As the day rolled I overheard something. "A new girl is coming here, her name is Laurel Kale. She's six years old and had drug abusing parents." "Why is she here?" "Because her actual parents are dead.." I swear to god this place is so stupid. The Actual parents should at least be missing to be consider her to be a orphan. Like, this is a orphanage, not a child kidnapping centre. Although that would make a ton of sense. Maybe they sound rename it.. Never mind, I copyright it. It's mine.

But other then that, it was just kids being taken and being fostered or some shit. Some were about me. Of course, bad or something. But throughout the day, I stayed silent.. Even when the same fucking staff member poured swelling throat milk into my cereal. I swear to god I want to kill him. Or at least bust his teeth open. He annoyed me. At some point we were aloud outside. The iced up floor and some snow particles on the island green grass. It was shiny. Kids played around, skidding on the ice and staying warm.. I still had my turtle neck which was bigger then me, and my baggy pants. I wore socks at least. I sat near a tree, considering I didn't really care about playing..

As I sat there I saw a blue haired six year old being shoved outside. "Now play, be normal." Then I saw them lock eyes with me. "Don't go near him, he's a mindless boy." And they're a dumb fuck. But why should I care? I stared down and just held my fuzzy. My best friend. I like fuzzy, he's nice. But as I was sitting there, the blue haired girl walked up to me and stood there. I did look up to see what she looked like. She had freckles, which were darker then her also pale skin, her eyes were covered by her hair and she had a scarf on, plus all the cliché cold winter clothes, yeah yeah yeah, onward.

"Hi! I'm laurel! Who are you?" She asked, holding her hand out in a handshake way. I just stared. I mean, it's rude, but I really didn't know how to communicate with another person. I didn't really. Only ones I did was probably my dad when I was three, but he's long gone. I just mumbled 'Tord' to this girl. I didn't trust her. But the one thing that I didn't expect was for her to actually sit next to me. But as I was holding my fuzzy, I saw her look over. She didn't seem bothered..which was surprising. "What's his name?" "Fuzzy." "I like that name!" "..thanks.."

I didn't really expect so much enthusiasm out of this girl but.. I was wrong. She was interested about me but I didn't tell her much. I still didn't completely trust her. She could've been laughing mockingly inside. She could've easily gotten under my skin. After a while I saw the teachers seeming to scowl and some being happy. "He's finally being normal!" Is what one said. Great. Just great. Whatever.

Much later I was at the dinner table again.. Milk was at my side..not the drink, but in something. Butter. I he had butter on my pancakes. I always just put honey or jam on it.. But again, that stupid dude would spread butter all over my pancakes. Fantastic. Poison again. But this day I had the girl sitting next to me. Her shoulders were just barely touching me and it felt.. Warm.. I don't know why it did.. I never had that feeling. But as I ate, I saw the male starting to make his way over. I immediately started eating faster because I wanted to get rid of this feeling. But that feeling just rushed back up my veins when the girl grabbed my shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked, looking, without her eyes showing, pretty worried. I just answered. "That butter makes my throat swell up, and this dude is gonna ruin my food..." I mumbled. She just nodded. And as he was now near, I had one last piece. I ate it, and for once had something without it being ruined. But that dude decides to just ruin it. He got me another one and started getting butter on it. But as he was doing that, she suddenly spoke. "Sir, He feels sick. He doesn't want to eat anymore." She stated, lying. He looked at her strangely. "But he had no butter! You can't have pancakes without butter!" "I can has it!" She requested, so he did..a sour look on his face as he walked away.

I swear that dude wanted to kill me. But who cares? I wanna get out of here! So I started getting up with fuzzy and getting to the stairs, right to my room, until I heard tipping and tapping footsteps from behind. I only saw the blue hair and knew who it was. That girl. God damnit. I'd like her more if she didn't make me feel warm. I always felt cold. Inside or out. But I saw she had the pancake still in her plate. "..why haven't you eaten it?" "I'm..allergic." She poked her tongue out, as she went up and put it in the bin. I was kinda confused.. What the hell did allergic mean?

"I'm..Lac-toes? Lactose?" "What's Lactose?" "It's where you can't have milk!" "...huh?" "Stuff with milk or milk itself." "...is that why my throat swells up?" "Yeah! You must be allergic too!" I mean.. At least I could relate. She walked me to my room and she actually walked in with me. "Don't..you have your own room?" "No..I have to share one with someone.." "But..you don't know anyone else?" "I do!" "...who-" I was about to judge but she just said. "You!" Well then..

Next thing I knew she was in the same room as me.. But.. I didn't feel so lonely with these dolls and my best friend fuzzy.. But I hated this warm feeling. I didn't like it. But I'd have to deal with it.