Well I got two replies this time so how can I resist?
ch.3 after being adopted.....
As I got my new name Jakob I tried to suck it in. By suck it in I mean get used to becuase Jakob does not sound like a fond name to me. Anyway I got used to it quickly and started learning many things. Sadly as though I might have just had a bad start in life and have a happy time in the orphanage well all is not so well. Not only did my name had to get some getting used to but so was my life.
Each morning I had to wake up, and instead of baby food I would get some sort of hard meat. The nun or mally(Which is her name) was very poor and did not get paid much or get much donations. We had to eat cheap spoiled food every day so we won't get broke. That and every month some people in red hoods come in and ask for a crazy monthly fee for the house we live in which is 1,0oo dollars a month.
Since almost any job you get in the city of the devil gives you VERY little pay our Mally had to have 7 jobs. One for each day of the week. So we barely get to spend time with her(By we I mean me and the other orphans). Also I had to get used to the smell. Our orphanage was not some phancy comfy boarding house like place. As a matter of fact the walls are made out of cold steel, and the floor has many metal splinters on it, and since we can't afford any shoes well.....It just isn't good for us.
Also I must talk about our betimes. Each night we have to sleep in cold, wooden, sheetless beds. Also if you read my prolougue you should know that I sleep near the torture chamber of this city. Every night.....I had to sleep in the cries, and blood of victims in this retchet place. I knew my life would grow more difficult and it did.
At age six I was old enough to get an education in kindergarden. I hoped that this place would be happy and have nice counselors like lady Mally. Yet I was sadly wrong. In this kindergarden I had to be named by my number which if you forgot is #1286. This annoys me greatly.
Also the appearence inside this kindergarden place was no more beutiful than mine. This time it had a horrible odor in it. The reason was because the bathroom was in the same room as the "fun room" as the counselor called it. Just to let you know nothing in this room goes in the category of "fun".
The toys in this room were sharp and pointy. Most of them if not all were broken and are unable to do anything but just rust in the ground. If the word "rust" did not catch your eye well the toys are all metal. Which makes it harder for us young ones to play with and NOT get a huge cut on our tiny little arms. Also our counselor was not in one but nice either.
One day we had to go to a field trip to a temple. The bus was out of gas so the councelor thought of a horrible plan. Us little ones had to push the goddamn bus to the temple. Which may I add was 20 miles away. It was one of the worst days of my life.
Anyway that is all for this chapter. It is growing late and I must rest. Luckily my death will not happen until a week. Good night reader.
End of voice chapter.
Phew this was a long one!
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a good but sad story as well
I wanna know what's up next
