“Get off me.”, “I can’t play tic-tac-toe right now.” Laura. Laura Swan Jacobson. My name is Laura Swan Jacobson, brown haired, glasses wearing, girl. I live in Meadow Pond Orphanage in the UK. My bedroom is girls room C. It is so annoying.
We sleep on cold, gray, army-like cots. The mattresses are hard, and the sheets are unappealing, and have lost their original pink color. We have flimsy grey pillows and too-thick quilts. We get extra blankets in the winter, though. Every person gets a medium sized trunk at the end of their beds, and a wooden night table and a rubbish pail. Each table has a lamp on it, but there aren’t any other lights in the whole entire place.
I am literally stuck with a bunch of babies in the room. Everyone is, like, 5. I’m 12!! The only other person in room C that is my age is my best friend Josie. She isn’t the brightest, but I try to help her out as much as I can.
Our school here is fine, but it’s, like, 1890’s. I swear, it’s, like, 2 person desks with inkwells (not that we use them).
We have a strict teacher for our level, too. Her name is Mrs. Glavini. She totally yells at us when we raise our hands to sharpen our pencils.
Oh, how I want to get out of this place. People come and have conversations with me all the time, but I never see them again. They sometimes read my clipboard. I hate the clipboards. Every person has one on their trunk. It’s like a hospital. It has info about the person on it. What they like to do, etc. Here’s part of mine:
Laura Swan Jacobson
Birthday:November 9th, 1997
Grade Level:6thGrade
Grade Average:Straight A Student
What She likes to do for fun:Read, talk with Josie, school, be alone
What she wants to be:an author
… and more. Having clipboards at the end of our beds just reminds me of a hospital. I hate hospitals more than I hate clipboards.
People normally go into the nursery. Babies. People love babies. Everyone wants a baby. No one wants an almost teen age girl. I’m almost 13, 12 and 10/12 years old. People sometimes consider adopting me, but I never hear from them again.
“Hi”, she said. “Hi”, I said, not looking up from my book. “Someone is here to see you.”
…To be continued
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