Prologue
I bet all of the people reading this right now are comfy and cozy in their own home, sitting on a couch, or laying in bed right before getting ready to go to sleep. Not in my world. I am basically the opposite of you. I know that I am 14, and that I have brown hair. That's all I know. I have never seen the rest of me because I have never looked at myself in a mirror, let alone have one. I live in The Awesome Orphanage. But I would call it The Awful Orphanage. The beds are covered with bugs, the floorboards creak, and the head of the household is a strict old coot. Did you know that I am the oldest person at the orphanage? Of course not, because you don't know about my life. Nobody does. And nobody cares. I am a nobody, if that's what you want to call me. Hey, you know what's funny? The head of the household, the woman with wrinkles, and hairy moles, who is close to going bald? Yeah, she's only 34. If only I could make fun of her, but then she would kick me out, and I would live on the streets, which could be better in a number of ways. No old lady yelling at me to shut up, and no annoying four year olds wanting piggy back rides, or crying in my ear, saying their hungry, or miss their mommy and daddy. One of these days, I'm gonna ditch this place.
I stopped writing. The house seemed quiet. This was weird. Usually the five year olds were getting ready to do their chores of cleaning bugs out of Ms. Geralds' room. They hated it. Especially the girls. They screamed and hollered, and fought with their fists. You would think that kids in an old orphanage in the worst part of town would be used to this sort of treatment. These kids had the easy life. I got the hard stuff. I got to move furniture. I got to make breakfast, lunch and dinner. I also had to make something special and new every day for Ms. Geralds' cats, along with something new and edible for her too. I am just one person. One girl and one other thing! Those cats of hers just have it in for me. I think they hate me, which wouldn't be a surprise. All animals hate me and I don't know why. When adults come to the orphanage to look for a child, one look at me and they run screaming in terror. I wish I knew why. One of these days I will find a mirror, and find out why animals hate me, and why young couples run screaming in terror. I don't know why Ms. Geralds keeps me here. I don't know a lot of things in this world, as you can obviously tell. Everyone is afraid of me, except her and the little kids here. It is very common to see the three to five year olds get adopted. Not me, and I have been at this dump since I was five, and I wasn't even adopted then. My life is a mystery, and my destiny is to find the truth behind my life.