Life isn't fair. We live, then we die. I feel like the life I'm  

living is just one big waiting room for death. Nothing goes right. You  

can blame it on someone, anyone, that I was raised this way. In fact,  

you can blame it on my parents, but I've never met them. Or else I  

would've started off like: my parents are the worst in the world, they  

don't love me. There's a chance that they don't even aknowledge I exist.

    I grew up in an orphanage, caused riots and fought with fellow  

orphans. No one liked me, and I liked no one. The first thing I did on  

my eighteenth birthday was get the hell out of there. I got a job  

working as a cashier at Zellers. It doesn't pay much, but it still  

keeps bread on the table and a roof over my head. My house is quite  

small and shabby. But I don't mind. My life will eventually end, and  

none of this would have mattered. Because when I'm dead, I'd be dead.  

Having lots of money or living in a big mansion wouldn't give me the  

ability to avoid death.

    I wish I could afford a car though, I really do, my feet ache  

everyday from walking to and from work. I would take the bus, if I had  

enough extra money to afford tickets every single day. Nope. I just  

have to keep living like this. Until death comes to claim me that is.  

You'd think four years out of the orphanage would finally be enough  

time to forget the fact you've no parents. It's not. The reminders are  

everywhere, commercials on tv with kids happily going to a restuarant  

with their parents, seeing that one kid at the supermarket beg his mom  

for Oreo cookies, or just simply walking to work for overtime on  

Sundays and seeing that boy and his dad throw a frisbee around the  

yard. It's just that pain you could never be extinguished of.

    I could still feel this way, but that would mean her efforts were  

wasted on me. And I don't want that. The following story you are about  

to read is a true story. All the characters in here are real. You can  

believe me, or you can just dismiss it as another teen fairytale. This  

is my story, and I want you to know it.