I woke up gasping for air. I wonder what that dream meant? Either I was going on the tower of terror or... Noah was going to kill me.

Noah could never kill me... right??

God my imagination is just going wild.
I pulled the covers off me and hopped out of bed.

I went into the bathroom and looked at the shower. I haven't used one of these in so long... how does it work again?

I twisted the knob to right until it got to where the colors blue and red met.

I quickly pulled off my clothes and hopped into the shower.

When I was out of the shower, I felt so clean. The last time my hair was wet was when it was raining and I was exploring and I forgot my jacket.

I pulled back on my dirty clothes because I didn't have any other clothes and went over to the kitchen of the orphanage or the foster home or whatever it is to grab some breakfast.
Some real food.

Noah was already there, waiting for me.

"Did you wanna see your parents?" He asked.

I shook my head as the memory of the day before came flooding into my brain.

I grabbed an apple that was in the fruit basket and wiped it off with my shirt.

Then I bit into it.

Apples never tasted so good in my entire life.

For the last couple days I've been here, I've been eating some of my backpack food because I felt I wasn't ready for it. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME?

"Pancakes coming up!" An old lady who we called Gran, said.

A bunch of kids including myself ran up to her and grabbed a plate.

I plopped a pancake onto it and sat down.

I started to eat the pancake.

I have a feeling I have found my home after all.