(From the Celebration of Writing 2013 - author Jo Knowles created a list of characters and obstacles and we had to chose one from each list and write about it. I chose were "orphan" and "stuck".)
The house was an unkept mess of wood and mails. When it rained, water would leak through the roof in so many places that a pool of liquid would settle on the floor and the children would have to walk barefoot through the building so as not to wet their socks.
I hated it here. The sense of lonliness, the smell of mold and unappetizing food.
I had been abandoned on the doorstep of the building by my parents, back when the house had a fresh coat of paint on the exterior.
I hated it here, but couldn't leave. I was the oldest, but wasn't old enough to leave the adoption system. I had several years to wait, but couldn't wait that long.
I was one of those toy birds that constantly dipped their heads to collect water and then released it before the sweet taste could be drunk.
get blown away
in the bitter
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Annie held my hand as the great old house greeted our feet. She was only seven, and me, I was twelve. They told us that there were over a thousand rooms in this house. Stephen had said that he could take us as soon as he turned eighteen, but for now Annie, Stephen, Malcolm, baby Rachel, and I had to live here. Annie as my sister and the others as the children of our next door neighbors. Both our families had been at that high school reunion when it was hit by a plane.
Mr. and Mrs. Richardson were more than happy to show up at our school and pick the biggest group of siblings who needed a place to live. We had told the school that we were all one family, hoping they'd let us stay together. Strength in numbers, right? It wasn't hard to do because our school was vast and all the paperwork was gone with our parents. Read more »
When the rain drops fell on me, I look so ugly. I had a big, ugly frown that seemed to make people rush down the streets of big town. I watched some teens fooling around. They splashed each other, played, and made tons of sound. They looked about 13, just like me. I wanted to hang with them, i'd even plea.
But they were normal teens heading home in their jeans. And I was the ugly orphan with nothing but rags for clothes and bare hands and toes. I hate the rain, it brings my heart pain. Not only because it's so gloomy, but because I have no way to get away from the rain, no home to hide me.
What was I seeing? Definitely not this. Not what my eyes said to be true, and what my brain was rejecting as Hollywood mush. My family can't be here, on the ground, their eyes unseeing, unable to look past my eyes and see the tears that were threatening to push their way past.
Robin Brooks. Orphan. Was that really me now?
There were police officers inside too.
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