Author's Note: Thanks for the lovely reviews! Have fun on vacation everyone! Whoo go us! Florida, California, out of the country!Camp is almost over :cries: Or by the time this gets up it will be over. So I'm sad. REALLYsad. Enjoy and review to make me happy please.

It was early morning and not even light out. The faded wall paper- peeling living room was dead quiet when I woke up. At first I had no clue where I was. It felt like some sort of dream. The wooden floor creaked while I walked over to the only window in the bedroom. I watched the sun rise. It was a beautiful sight in such a horrible setting around me.

"Hey," A soft tired voice said. It was Suzanne. She was wearing pajama pants and a large top.

"What day is it?" I asked quietly so I wouldn't wake Jessica up and walked away from the window. The blankets were all tangled so I folded those as neatly as possible.

"Monday," she replied. "Oh darn we have school," Suzanne moaned and went across the hall and into the bathroom.

"Jess, wake up," I shook her.

"What. Monday already," she said.

"Yeah. Suzanne's in the bathroom,"

"Good for her. I'm going back to sleep,"

I nudged her again. "Wake up,"

"Gahh. Alright."

I look through the drawers to find some clothes that might fit me. I just realized that the room was a mess, clothes were all over the place and some homework assignments were scattered on the floor. I saw the grades; most of them were Suzanne's, they were low, which surprised me. I knew Suzanne was smart and very shy.

I found an outfit that I thought looked ok. It was an old pair of jeans and a purple top. I put the letter in the jean pocket. I'm not sure why, but it gave me some type of comfort.

"You can go in now. Hurry before the other kids get it," I never actually saw the other kids since the two of them stayed as far away as possible from the others. Suzanne walked out of the bathroom. She was all dressed too, a pink top and baggy black pants. I realized how thin she became and the bruises on her arm. I looked at her with concern.

"I'm such a klutz," she replied and figured out what I was thinking. "I bump into everything."

I nodded my head agreeing, but looking back it was probably something more.

In the bathroom I looked into the mirror that had a big crack in it going diagonally. It felt like it had been so long since I used a bathroom. My dark brown hair was tangled and there was still dirt on my face. I sighed and I probably took longer than Suzanne did.

Suzanne and I met up with Jessica and Mark. He was a nice looking boy with dark hair, brown eyes and was very tall.

"This is Rachel. Rachel, Mark," Jessica said.

"Nice to meet you," I said. I felt something I never felt before inside me. I knew I was very, very shy back then (almost antisocial,), but this feeling was different. I ignored it and walked into the gray building that was the school around here.

"It looks…" I started to say

"It's a prison, I swear it is," said Suzanne bitterly.

"Come on Susanne, school's not that bad," Jessica said. "It could be worse,"

Mark nodded his head in agreement.

"How do you know Jessica and Suzanne?" I asked him curiously.

"They're in all my classes and somehow Molly knows my dad," he replied. I gave him a quizzical look. Oh just so you know, Molly was the woman "taking care of us." Never had good experiences with Mollies let's just say.

"Don't ask," he didn't really want to talk about it.

The three of them walked to their first class while I had to go to the office. I sat down in one of the red chairs. They were terribly uncomfortable and waiting for someone to ask why I was here.

"Hello, are you waiting for someone?" theladyasked.

"I'm new here," I said. "My name is Rachel Jones," Ok I lied about my name.I still felt like I was running from something. After I said the name, it sounded so fake "I'm ten years old," I couldn't believeshe believed me! I would think that they would want to see a parental guardian but no, they didn't care at all.

"Ok," she was writing something down and gave me a room number. "Go to this room for your new teacher," she smiled at me. "It's down the second hallway to your left,"

I nodded a thanks and left to look for the room. It was down a long hallway but it was the third room so I didn't have to walk far. Jessica, Mark and Suzanne waved when I walked in.

"Who are you?" the teacher asked. I noticed the classroom was almost full and very few desks left to sit it.

"I'm Rachel Jones. I just moved here," I told the teacher quietly.

"Class," the teacher said. She looked a little bit older than Alyssa, her hair was dark. "This is Rachel," I walked over where Jessica was and sat next to her.

"Her name is Mrs. Ferrara," whispered Jessica.

"I think she's nice," said Mark also whispering while Mrs. Ferrara continued with her lesson. Whatever that was. I wasn't paying attention.

"What do you mean she's nice! She's evil," Suzanne whispered back coldly.

"I heard that Suzanne," Mrs. Ferrara said while writing spelling words on the board and writing a page number where the story was in this large book under our desks. "Do you think you can start off where we were up to yesterday Suzanne on page 20?"

Kids started to whisper and laugh quietly. Suzanne blushed a color like the red seat I was sitting in at the main office. She shook her head no. "No thank you," she said less than a whisper.

"Can you even read?" a girl a couple of rows a head of us turned around and asked Suzanne that cruelly. "You are stupid,"

"I can so read," said Suzanne angrily. Her tone was very harsh.

"Yeah right," the girl said and turned around.

"Come on Suzanne. I don't want to write home to your parents," said the teacher.

Suzanne was hold back tears from that comment. There was no one to write to, which upsetted her deeply. She nodded her head and opened the book. I gave Susanne a sympathetic look like I did when I was younger. There was laughter in the background while Suzanne was trying to get the words right. To me this made no sense. Suzanne was smart, then why was she having trouble. Eventually she struggled through a couple of paragraphs. Mrs. Ferrara didn't even stop the laughter going on. No wonder she thought school looked liked a prison and moaned when she realized it was Monday.

By now she was all red and crying from embarrassment.

I saw the Suzanne I left at the orphanage: the little girl with her rag doll crying wanting someone to comfort her. I thought she changed but she was still there.

Author's Note: Review please. Sorry if it's short! Have great vacations everyone! Be back on August 28th!