My name is Zetta. I know it's a weird name. My step mom; Hanna, hates her name. She says it's so boring and common. That's why she gave us all very weird names, but mines the weirdest. When I say 'Us all' I mean all the kids in this house. Last time I counted there were twenty two kids, ranging in age from three months, to sixteen years. Some of the weirder names in the house are listed below, the weirder the higher up.
Zetta
2. Kendrick
3. Rowan
4. Hornt
5. Mamie
Those are just the top five. With twenty two kids, two adults, and four dogs, we needed a HUGE house. I was one of the first people to be adopted into the Smith house hold. When I got here there were fifteen kids already with Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I was one of the oldest. I was eight then. The oldest was eleven. Before I was adopted I was mistreated. When I first came to the Orphanage all I did was talk. But as time passed I become quieter and quieter. Now I hardly talk at all. When I turned ten there were 20 kids in the small house we lived in. A year later another child was adopted and we moved into the HUGE HUGE light house. When we first got there the light house was in bad conation. Paint was pealing of the ancient porch, and when we all piled out of the fifteen passenger vans (We had two vans) and into the old light house we all nearly choked on dust. When we all got used to it, everyone started running and shoving their way to the second and third floors. All but me were trying to get the best room. I slowly made my way up the stairs. I stepped on one step and it sounded hollow. I decided to check it out later. By the time I got up stairs every room was occupied. When I went in a room, I got a curse, a shove, and a slammed door in my face, in that order. At the end of the hall way was a door that didn't have sound coming from behind it. I shrugged and headed toward the door. When I opened the door in front of me was a ladder. Excited I climbed it.