Chapter two
It was the middle of August. August is always the most unpleasant time of the year for myself. It is the last month of torture from the older kids, which is good. But it's also the last month of summer, which is bad. The orphanage owns an old building, which they use for the school house. It feels more like a prison though. Air conditioners are limited and not in every class room, which is murder considering the beginning and end of the school year take place in summer, and the electricity bill is not always paid, so sometimes we are expected to be able to read our text books and take exams in the dark. Much is wrong, and can not be fixed.
I was quite sad it was winding down. I did not want to enter school this year. For when you turn eleven, you are exiting your years as a middle school student, and going to highschool. Highschool was very frightning, though i would have Michelle with me going through the same experiences, there would still be a lot not to look forward to, such as: bullying of the older kids, more homework, which is a funny concept for the children in the orphanage, since there is no home for us to belong too. And stricter teachers. There is nothing worse then strict teachers, at least , that would be next to living in an orphanage.
I was staring outside of the hole in the wall that is suppose to be a window, when I saw an owl. Now it's not like I have never seen owls before, it's just that, I've never seen them out in the open in daylight. I was sure owls were nocturnal creatures, and this strange behavior was quite foreign to me. And i had to answer to why this was happening.
The even stranger thing about the owl, was that it had a note strung onto it's delicate leg. I was not exactly sure what it was, but I was sure that it was something I would want to see. So I quickly snuck out during supper, making sure that the owl was stay, I crept upon it quietly. I was a little frightened that it would bite my finger off, but I was more curious to what the paper was, and why was it tied up to the birds leg?
And then, that's when I saw it, the letter was addressed.... to me.