notenoughtime

Standing. There infront of the orphanage. To someone who wasn't informed, it probably looked like a mental institute. Just a plain looking white building three stories high. A not-so-large fenced in area was all we had to play. As I looked around, the white-uniformed children had their fun time. It was hard to enjoy such a gloomy place, but still they laughed. There was only one other my age, the others all very much younger, and rarely did we ever talk. I was all alone, atleast I might as well have been. I wanted to be free, but I was too old for parents to want to adopt me, and too young to leave on my own. I stared at the fence, with a gri