"I hate you! I wish I wasn't your son!" That was the last thing I said to my parents. I thought about it for the last 2 days. I looked out the window at the woods. Time seemed to stretch on forever. I thought about the fire. I thought about my parents screaming, the sounds of them searching for me, shouting my name. If I had gone to them, would they still be here? The image of their charred bodies haunted my dreams, turning them in to nightmares. The fire destroyed everything, except for the shed that I hid in. Along with some boxes that were packed away. The police officer said to me from the driver seat, "You okay kid?" It was a dumb question. Who would be okay after what I went through? We both remained silent for the rest of the drive. I wondered where I was going.
We rode up to a very old looking building. It was tall, about 6 floors, It had cobwebs all over it, and the windows were broken and had bars on them. It looked like something from a horror movie. I was already terrified of this place, and I had a feeling it was going to get worse. As we got out of the car and walked up to the old man standing in front of the building, Something in my head kept telling me to turn around and run. If only I had listened.
When the police officer left, The old man led me to a room. In the room was a very old looking desk with papers all over it, and a very old looking wooden chair. The old man told me to sit, Aparently this was his office. The man sat in the chair behind the desk, and looked at me for a long while. Then he grabbed some papers and read them. Then he asked, "Your name is Vincent Alexander, correct?" I nodded. "And you are 15?" Another nod. "And you just graduated from middle school 2 months ago?" I gave a final nod. "Okay, and from now on you will know me as Headmaster. Your room is 14-B on the second floor. You have 3 room mates."
When I finally got out of the office, I walked around the orphanage to try and find my room. I passed by a lot of scary looking kids ranging from ages 8 to about 17. They all gave me dirty looks as I passed by them. When I finally found my room I had seen a lot of very mean looking people. I stopped in front of the door to my room. After seeing the people in the orphanage so far, I was scared to go in to my room. I remember the Headmaster saying that I would have 3 room mates. I wondered what they would be like. I finally worked up the courage to open the door, and I was surprised at what I saw.