St.Lana's Home for Special Children

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St.Lanas Home for Special Children isn't what  it sounds like. For one special children sounds like we are mentally ill, which is not the case, everyone is just really... special; some have anger issues, aren't good at school, or just kids that were unwanted. Except me of course, although I'm not great at school, but at least I don't have anger issues. As for being unwanted? I don't know much about my parents except for I am named after both, and that they died when I was a baby.

Also children is an exaggeration, I'm the only one that is under 18 out if five orphans. Right now I am 10 but I think I'm very popular at school, even if I'm not great at academics. I love to read! Fiction mostly about magical beings and I try to live in that world, even if it doesn't exist, because anything is better than this world. Anything.

Right now I'm walking home from school alone, which is probably a bad idea. The kids from my orphanage like to hang around the school and occasionally torment the loser kids that walk home. It was unusually windy and a storm was coming within the next few days. Not a terrible one, just one big enough to keep me up worried sick. The wind threw my jet black hair behind my head. I didn't see someone approaching me from the side just a flash of a black object like a coat but before I knew it a fist slammed into my head and I was on the ground. My head spun as I held it, I'm not sure where the injury is at because my head is buzzing with pain all over.

I need to get home before I cause anymore attention to myself and get hurt even worse. I quickly stood up and hurried as fast as I could to my home.

When I got home I didn't say anything to anyone, so I didn't get hit again for being a tattle tale. There were kids everywhere on each floor of this 4 story house. My room was on the very top floor in the very back. Whether it was on purpose or not I'm not sure. Lana, the head mistress for the orphanage, wasn't too interested in me and I didn't attract many adopters. Eventually, I reached my bathroom on the very top floor to assess the damage. In the mirror I saw my pale face and black obsidian colored eyes staring back at me.

My slightly crooked and hooked nose doesn't look bad but there is a dark bruise already forming on my jaw. I tried to touch the area softly but it was very tender and sent pain through the area. Oh well, it could have been worse.

I stare at myself letting my mind wonder. The questions of my life like what am I going to do in life? Will I ever be adopted? Who would ever love me? My real parents probably loved me a lot. Who are my real parents? Do I look like my mom? Probably not these dark features just don't fit girls right and I'm probably the ugliest girl ever. I think about my parents a bit more and then I land on my name. Who would every name their girl child, Jesse Ann Snape-James.

[I hope you guys liked this chapter, I liked it. Of course it gets better because this is just the first chapter. Some might not know how to pronounce her name but its pronounced Jessie.]

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