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I awoke again at 3:30. Curse my awful nightmares. I'm 7 I should be having more sleep than this. I'm used to it. Everyone else at the Orphanage is asleep so I just read in my room, but I don't have any books. I guess I should just try to get to sleep. I have been in this Orphanage from the day of my family's death which was 3 years ago till now. Life is ok, but I just want a family again.

We were driving down the highway from Grandma's house. Dad was arguing with my twin brothers. They were 13 and I was almost 5. Mom smiled at me. She rubbed my head and I closed my eyes. I awoke probably 10 minutes later to screaming. Dad was speeding. Mom was screaming her head off. John and Jimmy were ducking their heads. I looked around, and then I looked at the back window to see a car with men shooting at us. The next thing I know they pull up next to us. A man with a scar shoots my brothers. Blood is splattered on my face. I cry. The guy shoots my Mom and then my dad. We spin out of control and we roll down into a ditch. Four men come out and take me away from the car. They say nothing. The next thing I know I feel things painful feeling in my stomach. I was shot. I fall to the ground and black out.

I shake my head and close my eyes. I dream of a beach and fall into a deep sleep. I dream of a blue sea with all different sea creatures. I make a castle out of sand and rest in it. I feel a burning sensation on my arms. I put on sunblock… My alarm clock goes off. My roommate, Angela mumbles something to herself. She is my only friend in the orphanage. She is 14. I get out of bed with my pillow. I walk over to her bed and whack her hard.

"Hey! Ok, I'll get up." she said.

I smile and put my pillow up. I walk into our bathroom and get changed. I put on denim jeans, brown Ugg's, and a red sparkly shirt. I comb my light brown hair and look at my brown eyes. I got them from my mom. I make my bed and head down stairs for breakfast. It's Friday so we have pancakes and eggs. I grab my food and sit down at a table with Angela. Her friends are nice to me, but I don't hang out with them.

"Um…Noelle, are you going to have your toast?" asked Angela. I gave it to her. Yep, that's my name. I was born on December 20th. My Mom loved Christmas so much she named me Noelle. I like the name.

"Hey look, its quiet girl." A girl snapped at me. Her name is Cathy. She picks on a lot of people.

"Dude, back off. If she doesn't want to talk to anyone, it's fine. Bedside's no one wants to talk to a rude person like you." One of Angela's friends said to her. I looked at my food. I got up and ran out of the cafeteria.

I ran up the stairs and sat against a wall. I cried. It is true. I don't talk to anyone. I haven't talked to anyone since the death of my family. One is because it is hard to talk ever since I was shot and two I just don't like to talk to anyone. I used to be a fun, energetic girl, but now I'm lonely and sad. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I shook in fear because I don't know who the person is.

"Are you ok?" A man asked. I looked up to see a man in his late 30's and beautiful woman standing behind him. A teenage boy stood smiling. He said nothing.

"I'm Orion, this is my wife Lita, and our son Bee," Orion said. Bee? That's a strange name. The man helped me stand up.

"What is your name child?" Lita asked. I said nothing. They looked concerned for me.

"This is Noelle. She hasn't talked to anyone since she came here 3 years ago. Why are you crying?" Ms. Bennet asked. She turned me to face her. I'm only 4'3'' and she is 5'8''. I look so tiny compared towards her. "Was it those mean girls?" She asked me.

I nodded. I let out a tear and hugged her. I could feel Orion's hand on my shoulder.

"How would you like to be adopted?" Lita asked. I stood there in shock. I hugged Lita.

"I take that as a yes." Orion said. I run down the hall into a meeting room. They learn more about me. Luckily, she didn't say anything about my family's death because I would have burst out crying. They signed all the documents. They said they would be back for me in a week. I can't wait.