Chapter One:
The Stroy Begins
My alarm clock beside me on my bedside table began to ring, dancing on the table top. I grunted, I didn't want to get up...why did I even go to school? I'm just going to move in a month or so...but school was the only place that made me feel as if I belonged...even if I didn't have any freidns and I was the silent girl in the shadows. Maybe this year will be different. Well I know it definately will be, considering I'm going into my first year of high school. My high school was called Eagle High...I have no idea why...we live in Raccoon City, where I didn't even SEE any eagles...aw well...its Tuesday, the eighth of September, 1998. I sat up from my bed and rubbed my chocolate brown eyes, and looked around the room. In this orphanage, I didn't have to share a room like some of the others. We all had small indivisual rooms where the wallpaper was almost completely torn up, showing the wooden walls behind them. The carpet was coated in dirt as if no body had ever even considered vaccuming. There was only a few things in this room. A dresser where I kept my uniforms, a desk and chair where I do my homework, a bedside table where my alarm clock sat, bookshelf, and a bed to sleep in. Everything was old and paint was peeling off of almost everything. I sighed, stood up, and walked over to my dresser, putting on my blue uniform. After I brushed my silky brown hair, i walked down two flights of stairs to the breakfast table, where every one else was already sitting, eating hurriedly.
"Hurry up! The bus to take you to school will be here soon!" our caretaker was shouting, I quickly sat down and tried to stuff myself with as much food as possible before I could get yelled at. All of the kids here were younger then me, going to elementry school and a handful going to middle school. I was the only one going into highschool this year...Some of the buttlers handed out our backpacks containing all of our school supplies. We stood out there for only minutes until the bus came. The orphanage was on the very rims of the city, which meant that the bus picked us up last. My bus came first, but there was no place to sit so I just sat down next to a couple of roudy boys in the front seat. They stopped wrestling and stared at me, then they just shrugged and went back to punching each other. I looked at the orphanage, it was made of brick but the bricks were old and crumbling. I just hoped that it wouldn't collapse while I'm here...I sighed again and, the bus moved away from my new home, and onto my new school.
