When the taxi dropped me off,I was flabbergasted by the state of the place I was going to stay for the next couple of years....Where in the hell is this place?.
"Do humans even live in a place like this." I thought out loud.G city is ten times bigger than this place.Did my foster parents sell me off or what?How in God's name am I going to survive in this place?
Why did I have to suffer for something I didn't do? I already explained to those people that I never killed anyone. The case was left open.Now that I think about it,do they still want to find evidence that I did kill them?Is that why they sent me so far away....I want to go home.
"Are you Jane Rose?" I heard from behind me..I turned and saw a middle aged man whose clothes looked like they needed a soak then washed, better yet,they needed to be thrown away.Was he a guard or something?
"Yeah,who is asking?" I replied using my normal cold voice.
"Hello Miss Jane Rose,I am Mr Jackson,the orphanage director here in Oakland town.Welcome to Oakland."He said
I half smiled but then again,he wouldn't tell the difference now would he?
As we walked to where I'm thinking is the orphanage,I look around.This place was so tiny.Everybody probably knows each other around here. If news of my murder charge reached this place I'm surely doomed.I held onto false hope that nobody knew anyone outside of their peaceful looking town . Should I try to be weak? would that even work around here?Last time I tried that I was shunned,then again with the way I kept my marvin on my head and bangs covering my eyes people assumed I was not good looking.Better yet most people i met assumed I was a hooligan.They should at least respect my dressing style.I mean my looks were pretty average.Why was everyone so obsessed with such a trivial matter...They are my looks,it's my face.Why was it affecting everyone else except me?Well let's see how it goes.
'Welcome to Oakland orphanage.'
A big sign hang on the gate or door when we got there.
I had a feeling I was not going to have a good time around here.Worst of all I could feel the eyes all over, trying to glance at me.This was going to be a hard couple of years..
"This is my office...Since we have completed your registration you can go to your room,Sharon,the head girl will show you the way.Mr Jackson said.
I didn't have that many clothes, therefore I only had a suitcase and a backpack.Which was pretty easy to carry on my own because Sharon over here didn't want to come near me for some reason.
That actually amused me.Guess people are the same everywhere.Whether in big cities or tiny towns, people always judge according to appearance....
'Don't judge a book by its cover my ass!' I snickered.
" Are you laughing at me?"She finally turned around.And does this place not have an elevator?This was the second flight of stairs.
" Ooh.....so you can talk. Thought you were deaf and mute. I have a knack for assuming these things you see...." I said with a smirk.
Embarrassed she quickly turned around and we continued in our silent;well she was silent,I was breathing heavily like a pig;trip.
When the door of where I would be sleeping was opened I slipped to the floor slowly.
Talk about a hard launch.
"You want me to sleep there?Are you sure about that?" I surprisingly had a room to myself.Even in G city I shared a room with others.
"The deputy said you are not a good person hence you should be left on your own so as not to bring harm to others." Now that I look at Sharon,she has a kind of fear in her eyes.
I laughed.They knew.Of course they knew.How could I be so stupid to think they didn't know about me.I was now feeling really irritated by this situation.Because,who in the hell did this people think I am? I am 15 years old for crying out loud.How does a fifteen year old kill seven kids?
If I do ever find the person making me through all this ,they will have to pay with their lives.
My brain which had planned to get along with these people kind of shut down and my eyes became ice cold again.Talk about a new start was absolute nonsense it seems.