2. Marcie's P.O.V
My name is Marcie Breller. There is really only one thing you need to know about me, and that is this: I am an orphan. Well, not completely. My parents are still out there, just they haven't come back to me yet. I am one of the only ones in this awful orphanage that knows my last name, because I was already 5 when my folks left me. Usually, the kid is dumped here when they are 2 and the parent doesn't bother to leave a name. So most kids just make up names for themselves and never know who they truly are. But I know who I am. I also know that one day my parents will come for me. They will knock on the orphanage door, our eyes will meet, and I will run to them in my joy, and we will all hug each other, and I will finally be rescued from this awful place. But the only time this has ever happened is while I am sleeping. I dream of this almost every night. And every morning I cry. I cry because I am still in this place where everyone hates me. I cry because I am parentless. I cry because I am Marcie Breller.