Sad Life of an Orphan

As an orphan, I don't exactly get the best stuff either it gets old or Billy takes it away from me. You might be wondering who Billy is. He is just another orphan in our orphanage who thinks he's the boss of everyone. I've always been adopted but then given back as I don't "fit in". It's just another way of saying that they don't like me. No one likes me, I always sit at the back of everyone. I rarely talk and mostly listen.

Everyone always thinks I'm weird since I never show any emotions. Which I think is why families think I don't "fit in". One day Billy started to act kind to me which was suspicious. I thought he realized how he had tortured many kids and wanted to change his ways. At the same time, I realized this was the boy about to throw a kid off the building. He told me to follow him and not say a word. He told me that since I was his dear good friend he was going to take me to the beach. Before I knew it I was thrown into a bus and knocked out. In my last moments, I could see Billy receiving money from a guy wearing a black hoody.

I hid all my emotions and tried to stay calm. 3 armed men on the bus were talking to the guy wearing a black hoody let's call him "Hoody" for now. Hoody hid his face and sounded like he had some voice changer. Hoody started to tell me how I was going to help him. I was completely dazed by what was happening. He started to tell me about his plan to rob a bank. Once we reached the bank they told me to go in and help them in whatever they do. I couldn't defend myself from these people as I literally was walking twigs. Which meant I had to do what they said. When we went in everyone was in sudden shock. All I could hear were gunshots, prayers, and screaming. Police came in and took the people I came with down.

What I had to do was to go into the armory and shoot these people. Since they were down I could just run away from this which I did. Sadly, the cops got me and put me down. The next thing I know I am in court. Sentenced to 2 years in juvie. No one is there to cry or defend me. No one is there to care for me. In my cell the tears continued to fall, drowning any joy that once existed. One thing I learned is that not all stories have happy endings.