The Haunted Orphanage Part 1

Hi. My name is Emily. I have brown curly hair and I am an orphan. My parents died in a plane crash, leaving me in an orphanage. I just wish someone in my family like my aunt or grandma can take care of me, instead of making me go to a place where I don’t know anyone. I’m 15 years old. I can’t imagine being in an orphanage. I’d be lucky if I find at least one person who is my age.

Just my luck. EVERYONE is my age. That’s hard to believe. The first person I met was Anneliese. I said “Hi, what’s up!” and she said, “Look, just don’t talk to me, you dweeb. Talk to Conner.” “I said, “who’s Conner?” and when I turned around there he was. He was a total dork; he was wearing overalls, but no shirt. He looked as if he lived on a farm. Turns out he did live on a farm. Next I met Ezekiel, an emo kid who cuts himself and writes poetry. Anneliese HATES Ezekiel, and taunts him. Ezekiel usually calls Anneliese a prep after that. Then again, Anneliese wears a LOT of pink. Then I met Gretchen, who is REALLY responsible, acts like a lady, and is really obedient. I bet she doesn’t even NEED to be here. Like me. XD Then I met Kevin, a total Napoleon Dynamite clone. Then I met Jerred, a guy who’s cute but is dating Anneliese. The only 2 people I met who can actually be my friends are Stephanie and Tiffany. They’re JUST LIKE ME!!

But this place still sucks. Mrs. Deller, the lady who runs this place treats us like babies, have to eat the same disgusting meals, and we all sleep in the same room. At nights when we sleep in the same room, the same stuff happens. Jerred and Anneliese are making out, Conner keeps talking about the good old farmer days, Ezekiel cuts himself AGAIN, Kevin watches Star Wars, and Gretchen keeps yelling to everyone to go to bed. It’s only 7:00! Nobody listens to her, making her scream louder. She thinks she’s being a fine young adult, but she is disturbing all of us! Mrs. Deller isn’t supervising us at the moment, due to the fact she goes to bed at 6:30. Weird. Gretchen acts as if she’s in charge after Mrs. Deller goes to sleep. I told Gretchen that someone was knocking at the door. She believed me, even though she didn’t hear a knock. Gretchen opened the door, and went outside. When she did, I locked the door on her!!!! And no one even knocked in the first place! I went back to my room, and told everyone. When I came back, everyone was making up a scary story. I tried to have fun with it, but the story they were telling turned out to be true. Mrs. Deller is really a murderer!