Mitchie Torres' parents always fought. She had to live with it, though. One time, when she was 4, Mitchie's suggestws to divorce her Dad. Her father heard that, and got mad. They ended up fighting again, but it ended with a huge smack on the head. She screamed and ran to her mom, but ended up get a smack aswell.

Another time, when she 9, her dad came home drunk. Mitchie's parents were at it again, except her dad was seriously pissed. He took out a gun, a shot his wife. Mitchie, being only 9, didn't know what to do. She ran to hide, and heard another bullet come out. As she peeked out from behind the couch, she sees her dad lying there; He was now dead too.

Mitchie Torres cried.

She cried.

She cried.

She cried..

Until the police came and took that poor little girl to an orphanage.

She was entering the play room, filled with other kids, when she saw a picture of Jesus on the cross. Mitchie stared at it as she walked, and bumped into a young boy. Curiosity taking over, she decided to not greet him in a proper way, "How did he get off of that?" she pointed to the picture. "He didn't!" the boy exclaimed. "Yes he did." Mitchie Torres looked at him seriously. "No, he didn't." Mitchie sighed, "Yes he did, he always sat next to me when my parents fought. He was the one who said everything would be okay." she explained. "I'm Mitchie."

"Shane Grey."

Okay, I had to put that "Shane Grey" thing in there. :) I was reading something my cousin posted up on facebook, and it gave me this idea. If this story offended you in any way, then I'm very sorry! I am a Christian, obviously. I hope you enjoyed this.. I was thinking of making this into a real story, what do you think?