2010 best writer contest (I'm not on the list yet...but I want to be...)/ROUND 1/ WESTIE (please comment)

by WESTIE in Maryland

I posted a comment for the best writer thing and I will write this even thought I'm ot on the list...

  It was hard.  Hard to live without a mom. Hard to ive without a dad. Hard to be an orphan period.  Some days I wished I could run away from the orphanage where I lived and somedays I just wanted to die.  I'd watched my parents beign killed. I was there when it happened. I was 8 when it happened.  My parents were murdered right before my eyes...what a horrible experience... We were just settling down for dinner when two armed men burst through our front door and try to kill all of us.  I ran...but my parents were killed...The men robbed out house of every prized possesion with me dashign about the house and hiding where ever I could.  THe police found me the next morning. I had locked myself in my parents' bed room and had fallen asleep.  I cried when they dragged me to the orphanage.  I cried when they took me to the funeral. I cried when they  showed my parents' faces on the news and I still cry today.  I stared out the window. I dont have any friends at the orphanage (maybe because I turn down everyone who wants to be my friend).  I was alone in the room where four of us orphan girls slept, kneeling on my bed closest to the window.  I watched the rain fall outside, listened to it patter against the window pane.  I pulled my shawl around my shoulders and watched a car park at the curb.  A woman got out, the owner of the orphanage.  She pulled a girl out behind her.  She was a bout my age, with stringy dirty blonde hair and big brown eyes.  The orphanage owner, Mizzz Laaauuuureeence (yes that is how you say her name) dragged the girl toward the door and brought her in from the rain. Another orphan, another wanna-be-friend, another new kid, another someone just like me. Another kid with nowhere to go, another kid to explore every nook and cranny in the WHOLE orphanage.  I heard some one pound up the stairs calling my name.  I didn't answer.  Whoever it was flung the door open and saw me. I turned, curious to who it might be. It was one of my roomates, Caroline. "Lissie," she shrieked. "Lissie come meet the new girl!" I ignored her and turned back to the window. "Whatever," I said. "Come on Lis-" she whined in her brattye little voice. "LEAVE!" I barked and she scurried away. 

Turns out that I didn't need to go say hi to the newbbie...she said hi to me.  Her name was Fiona and her parents had been kiled in a car crash.  She was a year older than me.  She didn't ask to be my friend like all the others.  She kept quiet adn sat net to me and within a month of her stay we became best friends. And I finally found someone who would cry with me or console me or share secrets with me.  We talked about our parents and our lives before we were dumped here. And for the first time since I was brought to the orphanage, I was happy.

PLEASE COMMENT (i think it's suckie but you know...that's just me)