• …Day 684
    Today was a special day…I was granted 1 more grain of rice than usual, I was a good boy. I had to suck a lot of the higher ups to get that single grain. Now I plan on eating it happily. I see my mother everyday, on the streets getting into random peoples cars. The orphanage I live in is across the street from where mother waits for the cars. She earns little money and says once she bags a rich one she’ll come and get me out of this magnificent home. I can only wait for that day. Tomorrow shall be a happy day as well for tomorrow is rotten apple core day; they always put this yellow liquid on it to make the taste much better than usual. Maybe I’ll see mother getting into another run down car tonight before I sleep. I usually wave and in return she sticks her middle finger up at me. It means she loves me. -Made by Shadowscythe159

    ….The Next Day
    I did see mommy last night and she gave me a present. She threw a broken bottle that had the letters B-E-E-R….I can’t read yet so I consider it as a token of love anyways she threw it at me and it flew into my window. I will treasure it always. And sadly the cute raccoons that had whip cream on there mouths took our Apple cores from the trashcans so we had to eat leather today with a side of gravy that tastes like toilet. It was a good day considering what we usually eat, I got a shoe but the lucky kid got to eat a jacket. Also one of the kids came into our room crying saying that her butt hurt and something- she doesn’t know what- was forcefully shoved up her. We talked to her a little and complained to the manager of the orphanage but he just grumbled something about it’ll be worse tomorrow. . -Made by Shadowscythe159

    …..Field Trip
    Today we went on a field trip to the middle of town. We started off playing in traffic until one kid got kidnapped. Next we traded our clothes for some needles from a local hobo. Our manager left us to go play with a lady that wasn’t wearing any pants. I spent the remainder of the day trying to get kidnapped. Sadly I wasn’t very good at getting myself kidnapped because all I did was get a bottle, a bar of soap, and a bag of white powder. I told them to take me away but they just gave me stuff. The manager took away the powder and told me to screw off what ever that means. On the way home I noticed that the Bus was only half full. I wished that I was one of those people, or that my mom would get that rich guy. Things just seem to be getting weirder and weirder. And even that night the girl from yesterday was found at the bottom of the stairs with cream on her butt dead. One of the chubbier kids started to lick it off; he didn’t get much to eat…ever.
    . -Made by –Not a Sound- & Shadowscythe159

    ….Adoption day
    Today was the best day of my life. It was adoption day at the orphanage and I had myself all prettied up with my best clothes: A shirt with no buttons, a jacket with only half a right sleeve, blue jeans that were green…., and a shoe (not shoes) with paper laces. I met with five families. The first was a nice old family…they beat me when the manager wasn’t looking and he beat me when they weren’t looking. The second was a family of Satanists. They kept licking their lips they looked at me…but adopted the fat kid instead. The third was a Mexican family that only wanted to adopt me to make them a little more American…they adopted a little girl instead. The fourth was a little weird. They would put their hands in my pants when we were alone…they adopted this little mute kid, he kept writing the letters H-E-L-P M-E on paper, No one understood what he meant so we left him alone. The fifth just threw stuff at me. I wanted to get adopted but no one wanted me. I finished the day by eating the needles I traded for…they were good. . -Made by –Not a sound-

    …..Christmas
    If you asked me if I liked Christmas I’d say no. The Manager told us if we like Christmas we would die and burn in a place called hell, especially if we believed in a fat man named Santa. Nothing special happens on Christmas, except for my mom actually gives me presents today she threw a sharp pointy rock at me when I yelled for her out my window, as with the other items I put it under my bed and kept them secret. A small boy asked the manager a couple of days ago what we did for Christmas, that kid has been missing ever since so we figured he died and was burning in hell right now. One girl, which I think was his sister jumped out the window saying I’ll get you back. It wasn’t a smart idea at all; I think she forgot about Tiberius and Tiberium who guard the front and back yard so kids don’t run away. We heard screaming…about 5 minutes worth and then some snarling, then silence. The fat kid who was watching said that Tiberius was on top of her moving back and forth. He was mauling her I guess because that’s when she was screaming a lot. That whole day the dogs ate what was left of her, which started to make the air around the window which I slept smell bad. One of the newer kids wanted Christmas to come but didn’t tell the manager anything. He only told us what it was like. He told us of the presents that was received and given and the food. One of the kids that were born here asked the new kid what presents were and what a turkey was. Even I knew what a present was but I still haven’t seen this ‘Turkey’ that he spoke of. The best part of the day though was when the staff and the manager started throwing apples at us. Cindy, the girl I like got knocked out by one of the apples so she didn’t get to eat any. It turned out that the yellow liquid that they put on the apples didn’t make them taste better. We ate the hundred or so apples they tossed at us. It was a great day, well ignoring that a person was mauled and was killed by a dog. The manager told me that maybe someday I’d get out of here but he whispered if I were only that lucky. I think he was wishing me luck. The manager turned out to be nice and giving that day. I’ll remember it always, although I do feel sorry for the fat kid who saw the girl die. The Manager is making him sleep in the same bed as a white powder addicted homeless woman with needles. I don’t think he’ll live through the night. I was luckier then him but not too lucky. The area around my bed still smelled bad because we couldn’t close the window that the girl died outside of. Well it’s not that we couldn’t its just that the manager told us if we did he cut a finger off our hands… I’m very fond of my fingers at this age. If this is how it’s going to be every Christmas than I can’t wait until next year. . -Made by Shadowscythe159