River of Tears and Oceans of Love

I stared, for about the thousandth time, at the same, old gray spot on the ceiling. You'd think that after about 15 years you'd get sort of bored of staring at one same spot, but every day it seemed that I could never look anywhere else.

The only reason for this is because the rest of my room, if you even want to call it a room, was so depressing that it hurt to look at it. Besides the ceiling could belong to anybody, sometimes I stared up at it and just pretended that the rest of my room was amazing, with green walls, and polished wood floor, and beautiful paintings, and instead of lying on a crummy old cot, I was in a big queen sized bed, with 4 goose down pillows and soft comfy sheets. Actually it didn't even have to be that luxurious, anything would have done.

Really.

Any thing other then my bare white washed walls, my moth eaten and dull carpet and one measly excuse for a pillow and a ripped torn blanket. Anywhere else then Madams Charlottes Orphanage.

15 years ago, I had been found on the orphanage door step, and Charlotte Gunsworth, the owner of the orphanage had decided to take me in. Which wasn't really saying much, considering that she had even forgotten to give me a name! Much less decided to send me to school. All this was because most of the children where adopted when they where 4 or 5. it seemed to me that no one ever cared for me, the tall, clumsy, girl, with light brown air, and gray/blue eyes. So I had never been adopted, just left to grow up, alone and depressed.

When an old library was closing down, I had taken a few books from the dumpster. And taught myself to read.

I had decided that if no one was going to give me a name, I might as well name my self. I decided on Sabine. From a really cool book I had found, Griffin and Sabine. Maybe i though haveing the cool exotic name might make me have a cool and exotic life, i guess i was wrong. Beacues from their on, my life had been one big bleak waste of space.

As I lay on my shabby bed, I though about what I was going to do with my life. Little did I now, fate was about to take care of that…

There was a loud nock on my door, I jumped up and opened the door, and there was Stella, our cleaning lady.

"Miss, the lady want's to speak with you" Stella said, her voice quite and weak, as usual. I smiled at Stella, and thanked her before walking down the hall.

Stella had always been nice to me, making sure I got food, helping me do some of the really hard chores around the house. She was about the closest thing I had ever had to a friend. I decided that I had to repay Stella for her kindness one day.

As soon as I entered the living room, I new something was 'up'. Miss Gunsworth was sitting in a old moth-eaten chair by the cheap fire place. An evil grin plastered on her face.

I gulped "Stella said you wanted to see me miss"

"yes, yes, or course, now sit down I have something of extreme importance to discuss with you." She talked very slow and softly, her eye's locked on mine. I sat down fast, hoping whatever this was, it would be over soon, she always made me nervous.

"Now about your future. What do you think your future is holding for you? Where will you live?" confused, I answered

"um, here, I guess, I don't live anywhere else…" Miss, Gunsworth started to laugh, in a very high and vicious way. Wiping her eyes she stared at me once more

"Look here child, I have a contract, with the government. It says, I only am responsible for orphans for 16 years. when they turn 16, they are out of my care." She stopped, and looked at me, clearly expecting some kind of reaction. When she got none she broke down into another fit of laugher

"Child" she gasped, "do you even know what day it is?" I shock my head, terribly confused "it's your birthday, your 16. I don't need you anymore, and I don't want you anymore" she paused, thinking, "actually, I never wanted you, so go, you can keep that pair of cloths, but the other belongs to me. Goodbye"

It took more about 10 seconds to sink in. then I realized, I had no home, nowhere to go. I didn't have anything. And I was alone. Then despair, turned into anger, anger that had built up fore the last years of my life. This was no my fault. This was hers. How dare she treat me like this! I had never done anything. Suddenly no longer afraid, I looked Mrs. Gunsworth right into the eye.

"I hate you" I whispered

"what was that child, I didn't hear it." She said wickedly.

"I HATE YOU" I yelled at her "you've been nothing but cruel and heartless to me, what did I ever do to you!? Nothing, do you hear me, nothing at all! I never scorned you, never called you names, and never made you cry yourself to sleep!"

Miss. Gunsworth looked at me with a unreadable expression on her face "excuse me, but what makes you think I care?

That was it, I snapped, flinging my hand back, then scrunching it into a fit, I punched her, with all my might, my knuckles colliding into her nose. I heard I dull thud and a crunch, that even though I had never heard before, I certain it was the sound of bone breaking. I gasped, surprised at my self. Then looked for Miss Gunsworth, she had fainted, sprawled across the floor, her nose bleeding fiercely. I took one look at her, and fled, out the door, into a cold London night.

And that was the end. The end of the beginning.

I'am sorry, it get's off to a really slow start, but trust me it's good, please please please review, tell me all the thing's I'am doing wrong, please! but no flames, please!