My story

I am almost 12 years old this year and was supposed to be wearing extravagances and fashionable clothes because all my relatives are rich, but look at me, I have been wearing this cheap, plain clothes for years and its original color, which I cant remember what is was, has already faded after being washed and washed. My family doesn't even treat me as well as they are to the servants because of my troublesome birth. I've been told that my mom died right after she smiled at me when I was born. She had a really bad reputation in the family because my father, who I have never seen, was a black smith and not belongs to a wealthy family. People have been pointing their fingers at me for years and saying that's the wicked kids from his wicked mom who got pregnant by the black smith. Even my own family members say things as harsh as that to me all the time. I tried not to show my feelings on my face and ignore them as much as possible, but those words are just like sharp knives, every time it hits me, it leaves a deep scar inside my heart.

The day I have been waiting for my whole life has finally come to real, I was about to put in a charity school as my wealthy family has eventually got tired of looking after me. The misery is about to end, I remind myself as the coach came, which was sent by the school to pick me and take me all the way there. The school is 100 miles away from my living place and it was a long trip to go back then. Five long hours had passed and I feel asleep.

By the time I woke up, I found myself to be lying on a small single bed in a total strange place. There are about 20 other kids in the same bedroom, sleeping deeply. " I must be in the school now." I murmured to myself. I was so excited that I could not sleep any more and just wanting for the dawn to come, which will bring joy and happiness to me as the first day of school is going to start.

First day at school

All the students at the school seemed to be really nice to each other and it didn't take long for me to get know many people as my friends. We studied about God and history in the first class, I didn't get any sort of proper education before, except the time I had a governess to teach me how to bow down when the guests came. Although I had no idea what the teacher is talking about, I still had a good time and participated as much as almost everyone else. The first day at school wasn't bad at all, I actually had a fun time being around with people who never knew about my past, and if they knew it, they wouldn't care anyways, because those of the kids here are also orphans like me. We all have the most important thing in common and that's why we get along with each other well. When it was the dinnertime, we came to the huge cafeteria I have ever seen in my life; it is ten times bigger than the hallway at my old house. There are about 50 tables set up in there and on the top of each table, there was delicious, intriguing looking food. We all were hungry and found the best seats. Before we grab the knives and forks, every one closed their eyes and said their prayers. After dinner, I was full than I had ever been in my life and just went sleep. It was the best day in my entire life and this is how I have exactly pictured heaven.