Another day, another day in this rundown place. Molded walls and grimy walls, grubby floors, not a place were children should be. The smell was enough to make a person puke their guts out.

The lady that owns this place is a meanest, rudest person you'll ever meet. Face saggy, mouth is always in a frown, and eyes of steel. Some of the young kids goof around saying she is the Grim Reapers wife, to say the least, she sure looks like it. Everyone is deathly scared of her, as the last kid to look her in the eye past out in fear.

Today is a normal day, with nice spring weather and comforting warm temperatures. Pigeons cooing and Ravens cawing in the morning.

Sitting up and placing my feet on the cold, rotten wood, I stand up. The creak of the bed telling this is a old bed and well used. The blankets on top, aged with time passing by. The clock above the door read: 4:47, meaning the sun hasn't even risen.

Stretching my arm well over my head and having a nonhuman noise emit from me. Taking the few steps over to the clip board on the wall, I notice that Charlie has laundry duty for today.

Though I'm the youngest, I sure act like the oldest, sometimes. It goes Charlie, Piper, Ruby, Kevin, and Me. Kevin doesn't act his age at all, sometimes I think he is a 5 year old stuck in a 11 year old body.

Shaking my head to wake myself from my sleepy state, I shuffled my way over to Charlie's bed and poked her in the arm. When she didn't stir, I continue to poke until I got a cuss and swiped at.

"What do you want?" Charlie hissed and pulled the covers over her head. Taking the left top corner, I tore the blanket off of her.

"You got laundry duty. You don't want Ms. Reno nagging or yelling at you," I explained. At the mention of Ms. Reno, Charlie quickly scrambles out of her bed, only to fall on her face. Yep, she is the clumsy one. While on the ground, she turns around to face her bed and rushes to the suit case under her bed. Snatched a couple of clothing articles and to the bath room she went.

Charlie's graceful fall woke some of the others in the room. Kevin rubbed his eyes and glanced around the room. His gaze landed on me and a smile grew on his face.

"Good morning Gabby," he greeted. Gosh, this kid can be a cutie. The corners of my mouth went up into a smile and I greeted him back.

"Hey shortie, sleep well?" Actually I'm a shortie, being 4'6 for a 10 year old. Kevin is 11 and about 5'0. By the mention of shortie, he gives a short growl and charges at me. Having quick reflexes, I dodge to the left and watched him plow right into the wall. He falls back, possibly knocking himself out. My guess is true as he doesn't move from his spot. Stepping over to him, I gentle kick him in the side to test if he was either faking it or it was real. He doesn't stir. Taking a step over him, I scan the clip board by the door to see if any of the others have something to do. Nothing.

Leaving Kevin to his nap, I saunter over to my bed reach under the bed to grab my suitcase of clothes. The pounding of footsteps caught my attention, making look at the doorway to see Charlie rushing in with a basket, grabbing clothes that are strewn around the room. With my pile being the last one, she left the room. See if you put the name of Ms. Reno, people get moving.

Anyway, I also grab my brush to take care of the rats nest on my head. Leaving the room to enter the bathroom, I always wake up early so there isn't a line. Closing the door behind me, making I lock it as some kids here are rude, I get undressed and put on my Guns n' Roses t-shirt. Taking my hair out the messed up braid, I brush out the knots with some trouble. Redoing the braid and wrapping the ponytail holder to keep it from falling apart.

Exiting the bathroom, I see the clock in the main room and it read 5:09. Ugh, 5 more hours until Q's opens. Yes, a ten year old works at a fast food restaurant. I have been working there since I was 7 and get great pay, 8 dollars an hour. It opens at 10am and closes at 7pm. I work for most of the day: taking orders, cleaning up after people, and sometimes making the food.

The owner of Q's is Quinn, a nice, older gentleman. When I'm sick he allows me to stay in the back where his office and hang out. Someday I wish he would adopt me or at least one of the others, specially Charlie, she has been her for most of her life.

Sitting down on the old couch in the main room, I reach under it to find my book that I hid down there. Around here, you have to hid your things or it's going to get stolen by the others. It was a book about the myths of the world, like Norse or Greek and even the Angels, did you know that Lucifer is actually an angel not a demon. It's fairly worn down from the reading I have done with it and some of the pages have fallen out. It's my favorite book out of the ones I own.

Without realizing it, time flew and it's was 9:23am. I usually like to be there a few minutes early to help Quinn with anything he needs. Closing the book, I scan the room to find no one and tuck it under the couch, far under. With one glance in the mirror, I leave the orphanage and walk the 20ish minutes to Q's.

These streets are the dirtiest and scariest you'll ever be in. Gangsters run most of the city and the only 'nice' place here is the park. Which on my free days, I take a nice stroll through or even play hide and seek with the others.

Even though I'm small I sure kick some ass when need be. Like one time a person tried to kidnap me, I punched him in the throat then kicked him multiple times in the balls. Yep a nine year old kicked some dudes ass.

Finally reaching the building, I walk to the back of the place and went through the back door. Greeted by the smell of grease and the fresh dough that is made every day. A smile graced my lips as I see Jeremy and Daniel mixing the ingredients together with John throwing the pizza in the air. It was funny to see his eyebrow creased together and his tongue poking out in concentration. Striding into Quinn's office, he greets me with a smile and open arms for a hug, which I accepted.

"It's nice to your happy face around here, Gabriel," Quinn complimented and let's me go from the hug. He always says my name fully, I don't get way I was named with a boys name but the cool part is that's an angels name to. You know Archangel Gabriel, he really cool because he is a trickster. I get embarrassed from people saying nice things about as not a lot of people say that to me.

"Oh-umm tha-thank y-you," I stumbled with my words. He pats my head before nodding his head to the doorway, singling me get to work. Waving god bye to him, I enter the employees room to grab my pouch for my notebook and pencil. Today is where I take orders and give them to Jeremy since Emma isn't going to be here for the rest of the week. That means I have to work on Saturday.

Saturday is usually when I do my stroll or hide n' seek with the others. Hopefully Ms. Reno doesn't give any of the others jobs so we can hang. Waiting at the corner for any customers to come in, the rest of the day went by in a blur.

I'm having writers block on my other book so I decided to have this up so you guys don't get bored. I'm sorry.

Let the wolf howl!

-MidnightHowling4