I have lived in the orphanage center for four years now, so I am nine years old. I hate it here. They named me Isabella. I haven't made any friends, so I do things alone. They give you gross food like the ones would they would in school. Well, I have never been to school but i have heard other kids say it, but I do learn. Everyday, kids bully me because one of my eye was dark blue, and the other is a bright yellow. I would rather be in a hospital than here. It was nighttime and everyone was sleeping except for me. I had a plan, to escape, I had just about enough....

I packed my stuff in my bag, but then I thought things could drop while I run and they could track me down. So, I decided to leave my stuff here. The only thing I decided to bring with me was a black cloak that my mom had made for me when I was a child so they won't see me or recognize me. I took a deep breath as I headed toward the window. I slowly and carefully opened the window and one foot at a time, I got out of the orphanage. I ran and ran. I could hear people yelling and watching me, but it began to fade and fade until I couldn't even see the orphanage anymore.

I couldn't believe it. I was free. I now have to start a new life. Somewhere safe and free.