I woke up this morning, like I do everyday, at 8 am sharp. I'm normally woken up by the morning bell which means ten minutes to get ready. I normally shower at night so I grab my tutoring clothes and get them on. I then take my hair out of French braids and it falls loosely over my shoulders. I look in the mirror at my messy tangled hair and attempt to brush it. It just goes wavy, so I ignore it. I just grab my books and shove them into my old grey backpack.

I hate my tutor but  as long as he gives me an education I'm stuck. I go into the bathroom area and brush my teeth and then head to breakfast with my backpack. I just grab the last piece of mouldy bread and cheese left and sit down next to my only friend called keenan. He smiles at me and I smile back. Me and Keenan have known each other since he arrived here. He arrived shortly after me and we practically grew up together. Keenans room is right next to mine, well there's a paper thin devider between us and a small gap in that devider allows us to talk to each other.

I stare at my schedule,but nothing has changed in the eleven years I've been here. It's just been the same crapfest.

Wednesday
8:00 am. Orphans must wake up and get ready in ten minutes
8:10 am. Orphans must be down to breakfast.
8:20 am. Orphans must be at tutoring session.
8:20 am. Maths
9:20 am. English.
10:20 am. Spanish.
11:20 am. Morning reading session.
12:20 pm. Lunch
13:20 pm. French.
14:20 pm German.
15:20 pm afternoon reading session
16:20 pm break
17:00 pm orphans must be changed for fitness.
18:00 pm dinner
19:00 pm break.
19:30 pm orphans must be getting ready for bed.
19:50 pm orphans must return to rooms before lights out.
20:00 pm lights out.
21:00 pm  headmistress checks on students, if they are awake, dicpline will be in order.

The bell goes for tutoring and I haven't had time to eat, so I shove it in my mouth and make my way to the tutoring room for thirteen year olds. My tutor is called Mr shepherds. He is a horrible teacher.

I sit down at my desk, which is next to Keenan. I haven't sat down long before I'm in trouble.

"PAYTON!" Mr shepherds yells, scaring half the class to death.

I look up from my desk after going to grab a book from my bag.

"Yes sir." I reply innocently.

"Don't try and act innocent, you know your hair should be tide up!" He says his voice raising at every word he says.

"Sorry sir!" I say quietly.

A girl next to me called chantelle, gives me her spare  hair band and I tie up my hair before I get into more trouble.