Trouble in Paradise

The orphanage was horrible. The cheese stenched walls were covered in green chipped paint. The holes in the ceiling seemed to cry every single day. The heels of her feet clanked against the wood, creating little dents as she walked the path to my "room".Her rough red hair was pulled into a tight bun; strings of it seemed to be glued to her forehead from sweat. Her crusty red lips opened letting a grunt be heard.
"My dear old friend, someone has adopted you. What a shame"