3. Serenity's P.O.V
My orphanage was burned to the ground.
Not a bit left of the great place I stayed. Not a scrap of their amazing food. Not a scrap of the comfortable mattresses. All burned to the ground.
How? Well, our drunk principle was playing with matches.
And gasoline of course. Can't start a fire without gasoline! Each of us would be transferred to different orphanages in groups of three. Mine, sadly is is very far away from my lovely place in Maine. It is in Pittsburgh, Pensylvania. I'm taking a plane there. My group of three is two boys I've never talked to in my life.
My name is Serenity. I know what your thinking "Where's your last name?" Well I don't have one. I've been an orphan for nine years. I'm thirteen now. My parents abandoned me. I was an innocent little girl at Lenny Wood Park. I wanted to ride a rollar coaster, but my mom said if I want to go I had to go alone. So I did. When I got back I found out bags on a nearby bench. It had a note stuck to the bag. It said:
We don't necessarily love you anymore. Your too much work and your too stupid to be our kid. Here is some money for a bus and here is the phone number of a local orphanage.
I had burst into tears at that moment. But, after nine years, I haven't cried since.
I have straight brown hair, and dark brown eyes, and tan skin. I have always wondered which parent I look like the most. I probably hate them the most for making me look this weird.
I arrived at my new orphanage a week later, with those two boys talking my ear off.