I've always been different. I was parentless from one month after my first birthday, my entire life I grew up in an orphanage. My parents, who I so closely resemble with our dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, were killed when their car crashed and then burst into flames and exploded. I have very little of them left, only a picture and my father's watch he left home that night they went out. Used to be people would try and adopt me. But I was always returned quickly. Something would happen, either that I was just cold and standoffish or they would return me, no reason, no excuses, I was just sent back.

At school, I was the quiet kid, the one rarely noticed and often bullied. Yeah, the boys at school would beat me up or take my lunch money or any number of things. I usually sat alone or sat at various other tables at the bottom of the popularity pyramid. I found peace in the solitude and despite my inner thoughts, I rarely spoke my mind. Sometimes, people would talk to me. Either new kids or the odd ones like me who wandered around without a purpose. Then the rumors reached them, or the bullies got to them. And they would stop talking to me. It would just be over; they would just ignore me and never look back.

One day at school right before lunch, a group of boys grabbed me and took me into the bathroom.

"Give us the money, freshman, or you'll get a swirly!" The biggest one said.

Since I felt like being rebellious and going against my common sense, I said,

"No, it's my money and I'm going to spend it,"

This was probably the stupidest thing I had ever said in my life, and immediately they grabbed me and dragged me into a stall. I fought, I kicked and struggled and swung, but they were at least three times the size I was, and I quickly found myself head first in a toilet, with water rushing past my head and my hair being pulled into the drain.

I felt them grab my wallet and I tried to pull myself out, but they continued to hold me down.

"Come on, we got the money!" One of them said.

The hand immediately let go of me and ran after his buddies. I shot up and gasped for air, then turned and saw the door swinging shut, with my wallet on the floor. I walked over and grabbed it, then put myself under the blow dryers and dried off. I made up my mind right at that moment that I was done with this.

I was going to run away, leave this terrible life behind and figure out what I was going to do with my life.