An: i'm so so so so so so so so so so sorry about being so late in updating but life got in the way seriously. Anyway i'm hoping to update more frequently and i'm trying to write a criminal minds story but its a secret what it's about so if you like criminal minds keep an eye out for that one. but it probably won't be out for a while but i will be posting all of it at once.

any way here you go!

Disclaimer: don't own don't sue

The first thing that drew him out of his sleep was the cry of a baby. The high shrieked cry rang through the room and I bolted out of bed and rushed over to the crying baby. It was Makayla…again. I was truly scared but not for my safety. But for Makayla's, she was a happy baby, but she had trouble sleeping even though she was getting to the point where she should be able to sleep on her own.

Mrs. Kensal wasn't happy with this and was threatening to send her away…for good. Me, Arthur and Camilla had taken to Makayla so we were in charge of her. I couldn't bear to see her got and neither could Camilla or Arthur.

I picked her up rocking her back and forth. Tonight it was my turn to watch her which meant I sleep in the nursery so I could be near her. Technically it was suppose to be Camilla's turn but she was studying for her world history test.

She finally calmed down and only small whimpers came out. I had a feeling she was hungry but we weren't suppose to feed them unless it was daytime. Because as Mrs. Kensal put it "there just younger versions of you snot noised brats, and you don't eat stuff in the middle of the night. Right? Right, so they shouldn't either." I could tell most of us didn't really agree but, nobody said anything. Well except for me. And I got punished, real bad to I still have the scar from when she cut me with the piece of glass.

Most of the kids that left this place ran off and forgot us, well probably not forget but, they didn't' want to be associated with us, or they were too scared to. They were free and that's all they really cared about. But I knew that when I got out I would try to help when I could.

I could tell that Makayla had finally fallen back into the deep sleep that she woke from. I sighed and set her carefully back down in her crib.

Three more years, three more years, three more years, starting today with my birthday. I repeated the chant as I curled up in a ball in the corner of the nursery. Three more years until I turned eighteen, and I could leave here, Arthur was already seventeen and was working harder in school trying to get a full scholarship because that was the only way he was ever going to really get to collage. Tomorrow was the end of school thankfully; I was tired of being knocked around because I wore the same outfit multiple times in a row.

Resting my head against the wall I was just glad even though I had already woken up twice in a row, because the space here wasn't packed with a million kids in one small room. I actually had room stretch out. I was still exhausted from covering some kid's chores that they couldn't do because they were sick. I had to clean all the dishes and put them away, which is a lot of dishes when you have like over thirty kids.

I also had to babysit the kids for the evening and make sure each one got to bed. Then I had to make breakfast and put it in the fridge so that I could just be heated up for breakfast tomorrow. Along with my chores which mostly was mowing and trimming the bushes. So yes I was exhausted and being woken up several times in the night wasn't helping I was just glad tomorrow was the last day of school.

In just a few blinks the room faded away into the blackness of sleep.

The morning was quiet. I was woken up by a smiling Camilla in a purple shirt and jeans. We were some of the only people who actually still went to school because supposedly the state thought that we were being taught things here, but some of the younger kids were just learning how to read and write from us older kids. So that was a lie.

"Wake up pasta boy last day of school." She whispered happily I groaned standing up. I was actually taller then Camilla unlike when I was little and she was taller then me.

"I know I know did you bring my backpack?" I asked and she pulled it out from behind her back. It was just a small tattered messenger bag but it had everything I basically needed and loved. Except for my money which was hidden in a picture folded up into an envelope in a lose floorboard. So far me Arthur and Camilla had saved up to two thousand dollars from odd jobs we did like babysitting or yard work. Not a ton but enough to buy new clothes once and awhile and to make sure that Arthur had everything once he went to collage well if he got a full scholarship.

Grabbing the bag I walked quietly down the steps which I was always scared would just fall apart sometime. Arthur stood at the bottom of the stairs. Sadly I was still shorter then Arthur, but who knew maybe I would still surpass him?

"How was you night at the nursery" he asked with a knowing smile.

"I was woken up three times last night. I think lost two hours of sleep." I moaned Arthur laughed and slapped me (quietly) on the back. I winced I was still a bit sore from yesterdays chores. We walked out the door and into the brisk air of the beginning of summer.

"Hey wait up!" called a voice as Ludwig ran out of the door his backpack swinging widely as he came to a stop in front of us. He was one of the few along with us who still went to school. When asked about it he told me that his brother would have slapped him if he didn't. When asked about his brother more he didn't say anything. But it was okay and we walked on. He actually was kind of one of our friends, not as close as me, Arthur, and Camilla were but he was still our friend.

The school was an older school and it was crumbly with chalkboards in every classroom which made me shiver every time someone scratched something on them. But it was at least still standing which was about all I could hope for.

The last day of school was happy and basically we did just about nothing. Though it was nice that some people remembered my birthday. I was turning fifteen one year away from being able to get my drivers license not like I was going to actually get one, I had never even tried driving a car.

I didn't really want a big birthday party, but maybe some hope of Romano would be nice but I wasn't really expecting it anymore. But as my fifteenth birthday loomed closer I was anticipating something. Anything after all Romano was getting his license today hopefully.

Yeah, we have the same birthday just a year apart from one another. Some people think we're twins but he's actually the older one of the two of us.

"C'mon Feli! We're going to miss the bus if you keep screwing around!" Camilla said standing next to my locker her arms crossed in frustration.

"I'm coming, sheesh." I mumble grabbing my backpack that was stuffed with all of the things that I had to take home. We rushed out the door and into the parking lot. The buses stood facing us there bright yellow colors reflecting in the sun.

We didn't miss the bus I thought for sure I was going to have to walk home!" she said hopping up the bus steps me following right behind her. I could see Arthur's and Ludwig's hair from the front of the bus.

"Hello!" Camilla said as we sat down in the seat right in front of them.

"Hello." Ludwig replied he still wasn't super comfortable with us even though we tried everything to make him comfortable.

"I got a D in home ec how did I manage that!" Arthur mumbled shocked looking at his paper he had gotten his grades on.

"Probably because they had to call in the fire department when you tried to make scones that one time." Camilla said and Arthur scowled.

"It was one time! My cooking's fantastic thank you very much!" he said and Camilla rolled her eyes. We all knew that was a lie that we put up with to make him happy.

"Of coarse you are honey. Now Feli what do you want to do for your birthday!" she said excitedly.

"I don't really want to do anyt-"

"Oh bullshit! You have said that the past few years, your fifteen celebrate a bit! C'mon you don't want to do one thing for your birthday?" she asked pleadingly I looked over to Ludwig and Arthur for help but they were avoiding my eyes.

"Well….I would like some pasta." I said slowly she beamed at me.

"See was that so hard!" she exclaimed in nodded no. she smiled and turned back around the sit with her book. I sighed, I really didn't care about my birthday but she always had to try to make a big deal of it.

The bus stopped right in front of the run down dump that was considered and 'adequate' orphanage.

The kids avoided our gazes until we finally stepped off the bus. Then all I could feel were their gazes boring into my back.

"C'mon lets head to the restruant just a bit away I bet we can get pasta there!" Camilla said her orange hair bobbing in the wind as we set off even Ludwig to the run down restruant.

As I lay down the night I smiled it had to be one of the better birthdays of my life. Quickly I took out my sketch pad from my backpack that was being used as my pillow. Taking out one of my stubby pencils I began drawing.

I recreated the scene. We were at a round table the cloth checkered and fading. Camilla was sitting with her napkin on her lap and tomato sauce on her nose and she was trying to lick it off. Arthur was burying his head in his arms out of embarrassment. Ludwig just sat there with a forkful of past in his hand he looked stoic but you could see hint of amusement in his eyes.

Closing the sketchbook softly I put it back in my bag under my head the soft breathing and snores from the other kids around me finally lulling me off to sleep.