The Mid-Night Visitor
By Laura (my last name)
I knew my brother and I were definitely different from most twins. Its not that we look different or talk different but the other orphans never want to be near us. At first, Azarel and I thought it was because our strange names. Our parents gave us these names to represent us. Azarel means morning light and beautiful sunrise. My name, Abira, means strong and courageous. However, it turns out; it had nothing to do with our names at all.
The kids could sense something different about us. We knew that by the glares and mumbling about how strange we were behind our backs. I didn’t know what was wrong with us but now, looking back, I do. But a few years ago, when I still lived at Angel Guardian Orphanage, there was no explanation.
About a week after our parents died, we were to live at A.G.O. None of our aunts or uncles would take us in. Mainly because one lived to far away and it would cost too much money to get there from Colorado and the others were too poor to support a family. Therefore, we were stuck as some kind of living hell where they worked kids to the bone to pay for the place, along with money from the government that they pretended to spend on toys and such for us.
A few months in hell makes you go completely insane! I mean, the meals are horrible, the staff is chilling and, the beds hurt your back, neck, and every other part of your body. Not to mention my brother and I only saw each other at dinner. During lunch, we were given a roll and a bowl of pea soup, every day. Well, I guess it could be worse; they could not feed us lunch at all. All during lunch, we were told to scrub the bathroom tiles with toothbrushes, wash the dishes, and clean the orphanage from attic to the very creepy basement. And don’t even get me started about my room mates.
Five of us had to share a room together. It sucked because it was like they put us with people they knew we would hate. In my room was Amber, the head cheer leader, Claudia, the emo, Kati, the honor student, and Isabella, the prep. They classified my brother and me the freaks. I immediately knew Amber was our controller. She was in charge of everything. Emo girl picked the single bed out of it and two bunk beds. You could practically see the smoke rising out from her ears and out our window when Amber declared it as hers. While they fought over the bed, I picked one of the top beds and started unloading all my stuff. I had with me a green and purple duffle bag and a small Star Wars suitcase (yes I know I am a dweeb who loves things like that). I specifically chose this bunk because there was a nice little window that I could see clearly out of. Also, I could sneak out.
That precise moment is when all the trouble started.