I was alone again. Right in my room. I could hear the ringing of the alarm, basically wanting us to get up so we could get breakfast, start the day, meet new friends and all that. I never liked it really. I was always alone in my bedroom after food started. I had no friends. My skin was way too pale which freaked people out and some people made fun of my eyes being grey, thinking I have no emotions, since over here. Grey eyes, no emotions. So people thought they could do anything to me.

I didn't react. I didn't know why but I didn't. I know I did hear the word 'Schizoid Personality disorder' but I couldn't remember. But all I did was lay in bed. This would always anger one staff person. They'd always come in and scream at me to "get my ass up". Which, on que, happened. "GET YOUR ASS UP, TORD WINSTON!" She screamed. Her voice was old and Baggy.

I always listened. Why? Because her voice was so annoying. I wish I could just cut her voice box out. Violent, yeah, but it's too loud, booming, baggy, everything bad. I hated it.. But as I'm thinking all this, I'm already at the table with a bowl and cereal there.. But it had milk on the side. I was alone again. Next to me was no one. Across from me was no one. Near me was no one. I had no friends. Is what people would say. And I don't blame them. The kids didn't like me. Just now I could hear the kids chatting.

"His hair's too Long. He should cut it." "He's so quiet." "His eyes are very dull. I think it's creepy." "His hands are too skinny." "His thighs are so thick." "He looks like he has boobs." "Does he have s stomach? I can't see it." "He looks like a girl!" "I don't like his sharp teeth..." "His lips aren't thin, they're thick. They look busted up!" "His eyes look bruised underneath. Are they bags or what?" "His skin so pale and dead. It's like he belongs in a coffin."

I mean, it sounds harmless but keep hearing the same thing every. Fucking. Day. Also yes I swore. Don't try me. But that's not the point. The point is, I don't want milk in my drink. It makes my throat swell up and my face turn into a pumpkin. But it seems like no one understands that. So I just grabbed my spoon and started eating it. But of course this happens. "Oh, honey, you don't eat cereal by itself." He said as he grabbed the milk and started turning the lid. "You see, you pour the milk In." Just then, my food was gone. It sunk in the milk and hovered around in it like it was staying up for air. The male smiled at me as he walked away.

There's no way in hell i'm eating that. I'm not swelling up my throat just for food. So I just slowly got up and went to my room. The area was, to the parents adopting or something, "Victorian". And that's the funny part. Parents actually adopted these kids. And every time someone in my area would be leaving, they'd always look at me with a smirk and say something along the lines of. "Too bad it wasn't you, disgusting boy." As they'd walk off to their new family. I mean.. I was called disgusting way before I came here, but whatever..

As I walked up the stairs I overheard a conversation about me. "He's too quiet. He doesn't talk to the kids still and he simply isn't okay. We must make him be normal." But I was. Heck, when I go in my room, it looks normal. All there are is, you know, porcelain dolls! My actual friends! Well, most anyway. I have girl porcelain dolls, their names are Chloe, Grace, Linda, Lily, Clara and one who I haven't named. But she has no eyes and knives stuck to her back. Her head is Being held. Every time she drops it I put it back. She needs her head with her! Otherwise she'll not be able to walk. Because she won't see.

I have boy ones too! I have Henry and George S. One's a bus driver and the other works as a security guard! There's Brandon.. I don't know about Brandon. He is a father but he was seen as insane. There's the two boys! Matthias and Thomas! They're my best friends! I guess. They sometimes are rude to me. But one I don't like. Eddie. He's loud, energetic and a smart ass. He's rude. I don't like him. But I keep him because I want to! I mean, he's annoying but it's fun to mess around with him. I can throw him around! He doesn't even realise how dumb he is!

I also have my teddy. Zombie bear. He has flesh hanging out and he rips his own face off! I called him Fuzzy. He's my bestiest friend..!