Waking up is like slipping into a nightmare. First you don't notice the slate floor, the smell of sickness luring in the air, the other children too scared to look at me.
Me? I'm just a girl, I've got short brown hair, green eyes, and lots and lots of freckles. I'm almost 13 which means no ones going to adopt me any time soon. Oh yah, forgot to mention my nightmare other wise known as the orphanage.
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Salt is in Tears
General FictionOk. If you really want to read this book let me warn you. It is not happy. It's sad. Terribly, dreadfully sad. You've probably read books that said they were sad at first and their was a rough spot for the characters. No this book is actually sad. N...
