Just wanted to say I'm sorry for not updating earlier. My computer is a piece of crap and I'm just lazy, but thank you to everyone that reviewed. I love reviews, who doesn't.

Chapter 2 Many a heart break

I was born Kate Marie Morrison on a hot summer day, on July 22nd 1881. My parents, John and Ada Morrison were young parents, my mother wasn't married when she was pregnant with me so they were cast out of their rich families and were forced to move to the booming city of New York to get married and find work. My father found a job with a Mr. Pulitzer, as a journalist for the World, while my mother stayed at home to take care of me. Six years went by and my parents were suddenly stricken with scarlet fever and my mother died 3 weeks after discovering her illness and my father followed her only eight days later. Since both of their families disowned them, they didn't want anything to do with me, so I was sent off to an orphanage where I would live for four years. The owner Ms. Chambers was a kind, old lady with a huge heart for all the children that came in. she made sure we stayed healthy, warm, and clean just like any mother would. Ms. Chambers never had any children of her own on account of she never married, but to her we were the children she never had.

On a sadder note, my third year of being at the orphanage Ms. Chambers died of a heart attack, so a few weeks after her funeral Ms. Kaplan, a middle aged woman with striking green eyes and brunette hair with streaks of gray, took over. Without much saying Ms. Kaplan was the exact opposite of Ms. Chambers. Us children would sometimes go days without eating, if we ever did anything remotely wrong to Ms. Kaplan or just anything she didn't find right, that person would be locked into an empty, dark, musty closet until Ms. Kaplan thought we learned our lesson. One of my good friends, Kristin, died one night from being locked in the wretched closet, but of course Ms. Kaplan got away with it, by making up some horrible lie about Kristin killing herself by suffocation. Never since my parent's death have I been so sickened and angry at the world. Poor Kristin didn't even get a proper burial; they just dumped her body in with several others and dumped dirt on her cold, lifeless body. So many nights I would stay awake and just wish it were I too that would die just to get out of the wretched orphanage. But I would never kill myself, knowing Kristin and my parents would be angry with me if I even tried.

Ms. Kaplan was a heavy drinker and would have men come over to the orphanage every other night to be pleased by Ms. Kaplan or even the poor, scared older girls. Some horrid nights I could hear the heinous cries coming from the once innocent girls in the other room. Spine tingling screams that needed to be saved, not tortured. But no one would ever come to help save these poor girls from their misery. In a few weeks the orphanage was already becoming a whorehouse and it was quickly becoming my turn and I wanted nothing to do with it, so a few days later I waited until I knew Ms. Kaplan was asleep and then I leapt on out of that vile place, never to return.