• I stared out the foggy windows, at the rain that seemed to illuminate the house that was supposed to be mine. Its windows were giving off a warm, welcoming aura, one that I instinctively shied away from in disgust. It was these kinds of people that disgusted me. I stared out the taxi unwilling to step out of the car. My parents had died when I was six, so I was tossed around from house to house. I’ve been hit, yelled at, and even threatened so after that fourth house I stopped trusting the people that took me in.
    I took a deep breath, and I got out of the car. I threw a tip at the taxi driver, and turned on my heel. Knocking three times, I braced myself for whatever waited for me inside. Nobody answered the door; I looked around, a little dumbfounded, had I gotten the wrong house?
    I slipped the information packet out of my pack and scanned the piece of paper a time or two. I breathed a sigh of relief when I found the address. “28753 Oak Street"I whispered to myself.
    I looked at the metal plate on the door. Its numbers were the same. I nervously twisted the door-knob, it was unlocked. Rolling my eyes I walked inside. Out of nowhere a large group of people jumped up from behind the couch, another sum of kids popped out of the closet and a man and a woman stood in the middle of the living room.
    I forced a surprised, yet excited expression on my face, yea I’ve seen this before. They try to put a good impression on you so you’re not suspicious of anything. Everyone stared at me with excitement in their eyes. The woman that was standing in the middle of the living room began to cry. I wanted to gag; instead I tried to be as polite as I could. I needed a place to stay for a while. I gave her my heart-breaking smile.
    The surprise party seemed like a blur of bright lights, and unfamiliar faces. I felt relief when the last of the guests said their goodbyes.
    “I really hope you like it here.” I spun around, surprised.
    “You scared me.” I murmured in a shaky voice.
    “Do you need a tour of the house?”
    “No, just directions to the bathroom and my room.”
    “Upstairs, second door to the right.”
    I stumbled up the stairs clumsily. I took a quick shower and dried my hair in a rush. I was tired. I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow. That night I dreamed, I dreamed of the agonizing face of my parent, and recoiled at the shrilled scream my brother let out as I watched them burn to death, nailed to the floor, unable to help.