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10 Years Later, Tuesday at nineteen years of age
Tuesday's P.O.V, Middlestrange Orphanage June 8
12 years later and I’m still here. I’ve watched all my friends leave this place. I was alone. The other kids knew not to bother me. Today was yet another day to watch everyone but me find a family and home. I watched one by one as families entered. And seeing a woman I knew from her many visits to Middlestrange. Mrs. Toro. Every time she came here she left without a child. I had broken my promise and now I talk but still, no family wants me. Maybe cause I’m a nineteen year old and they want little children who they can raise. Although, I was pretty short for a nineteen year old. So, as the other children were picked and talking to their potential families, I went back to my cot and went back to the book I had been reading. And as little children packed their things to go a silent tear fell down on my book. I heard the rain hitting the window and as the lights turned off and I was sure everyone was asleep I took out my flashlight and my journal writing another one of my poems in it.
June 8th
The Blackest Rose by Tuesday
The day is dark
And the night is cold
When will that ever change?
It seems that happiness is out of my range
And that all I can feel is death
Upon the lips of the blackest rose
I feel it from my head, to the tip of my nose
Have you ever felt death?
Tis a horrid feeling its true
I wouldn't ever wish it on you
For even though, I have no one to love
I wouldn't wish it on the prettiest dove
Since no one cares
And my only dear friend
Is my paper and pen
Since I have no where to go
I'll just look at the peaceful falling snow
The sun is too bright
And the night is too dismal
The stars and the clouds are my only symbol
The birds chirp too cheerful
And the crickets too sad
Why is everything I think about, somehow turned bad?
Life is too hard, when no one is there
To hold your hand, through the darkest dispair
My life is amiss
And since I have no other way to get by
My only answer is
Suicide

I finished writing and closed my journal. All the sudden the sound of thunder was heard. I sighed and put my journal under my pillow. The thunder struck once again and when I turned around I saw the little girl who slept next to me sitting up and sniffling. I sighed and motioned for her to come over. She ran over to my bed and held onto me as thunder struck again.
“Its okay. Shh.” I said holding her. With another loud bang all the kids in my room came over to my bed. I sighed and thought of the movie The Sound of Music. I smiled and started singing.
“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad…” I started singing. They all smiled and giggled a little. “What are your favorite things?”
“Drawing!” A little girl said.
“Dancing!” A girl said twirling around.
“Playing pirates!” A young boy said. They all said their favorite things and I stood up and started dancing and twirling around making them giggle and smile. Ignoring the thunder striking.
“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog-” I was suddenly face to face with Mrs. Ludington. I frowned and looked down.
“Off to bed! All of you!” She said. They all ran to there beds. “You’re coming with me you little brat!” She said grabbing my hair and pulling me out of the room. I felt tears fill my eyes. Then a voice stopped the pain.
“Mrs. Ludington.” Mrs. Toro said. Mrs. Ludington turned to face her.
“I’ll be will you in a second Mrs. Toro. Let me take her to the cellar first.” She said grabbing my hair again.
“That wont be necessary.” Mrs. Toro said calmly.
“Excuse me?” Mrs. Ludington said in a harsh tone.
“I would like to adopt her.” And with that one sentence I became Tuesday Anne Toro. Ray Toro’s little sister.