The Ray of Sunshine That Brightened Up Her World

Chapter 1: The Ray of Sunshine

Lilly's Point of View

I sit in the corner, clutching my blankie and sucking my thumb as I watch the other orphans run around and play without a care in the world. There are twenty-two orphaned girls in total, and with twenty-one of them running around, it is very noisy.

My name is Lilly, just Lilly. I don't have a last name. I am four years old and I live in Sunny Blue Skies Orphanage For Girls. But, everything isn't bright and sunny, despite the name. Well, at least for me.

I came here last year because my dad used to hurt me a lot. If I did something wrong, he would hit me with anything from a beer bottle to a crowbar. He used to go to the bar and leave me home alone and when he came back drunk, he made me play 'The Big Girl Game'.

It was horrible. He would touch me in places that I know a daddy is never supposed to touch and if I ever fought back, he would handcuff me to the bed. I remember the night where the police came when my dad was beating me.

Flashback...

"What did you say, you little brat?!" My dad yelled as he raised the beer bottle in his hand. I gulped. "N-Nothing, daddy. Pwease don't hurt me." He smirked. "It's too late for begging." He smashed the beer bottle against my skin. Shards of glass cut deep into me, causing me to bleed. I let out a pained scream. "Daddy, pwease stop!" He laughed in my face. "Why should I? You deserve this anyway! You were an accident! You were never meant to be born!"

He pushed me to the ground and grabbed his crowbar. Tears clouded my vision and some streamed down my cheeks. "No, daddy! Not the cwobar! I be good! I be good girl!" I curl up into a ball as he repeatedly strikes me with the cold, metal crowbar.

I screamed again, but it was silenced by a punch to my stomach. I laid on the cold wooden floor as my dad beat me to a bloody pulp. Suddenly, sirens started to wail. The door burst open and about ten armed policemen swarmed in our living room.

They forcefully pulled my dad out of the house and into the police car. A lady police officer came over to me.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" She whispered. I shook my head, not saying a word. "Don't worry, we're going to get you out of here."

End of Flashback...

That nice policewoman dropped me off here after that night and I've been living here ever since. But, my life hasn't gotten better since my dad went to jail. Ever since I came here, I've been bullied by a group of girls called the Posh Princess Posse. I secretly call them the Poop Princess Posse.

The PPP is made up of four girls, three six year olds, Paris, Piper, and Priscilla and their leader, Penelope who's eight years old. Speaking of the devil, Penelope walks up to me and snatches my blankie right from my hands. "Aw, look! It's the little baby!"

"H-Hey! Give it back, Penelope!" I squeak as I stand up. Penelope laughs and the rest of her posse join in. "I can't hear you, mousie. You need to speak up. I look down at the floor. This is the exact reason why I don't like to talk. My speaking voice is so quiet, people can barely hear me.

Penelope pushes me to the ground and her posse surround me. "Face it, Lilly. You're never going to get adopted." Paris laughs.

"Yeah, who wants a stupid baby who still wears diapers, sucks her thumb and carries her blanket around?" Priscilla titters.

"Nobody wants an ugly baby that can't wipe her own behind. You should just kill yourself. No one wants you!" Piper and Penelope cackle. Out of all the insults they've thrown at me over the last year, this one hurts the most. I feel the tears build up in my eyes.

"Awwww! Baby's gonna cry!" Penelope points at me and her posse erupts into laughter. She throws my blanket to the ground and they walk away. I grab it and bury my face into it. The tears I was trying to hold in spill out.

I curl up into a tight ball in my corner and sob. "They're right. I'll never get adopted. I am ugly and nobody wants a kid who still wears diapers. I should kill myself!" I wail. Next, I hear something that I wasn't expecting to hear. "No, sweetie. Don't say that."

Jen's Point of View

I've wanted to have a child for so long. Since I'm finished filming the last Hunger Games movie, Mockingjay Part 2, I've had a lot of spare time. While I admit, I miss working with my crazy cast members that I've come to love for ten to twelve hours a day, it gets lonely at home.

So, I've decided to visit the local orphanage called Sunny Blue Skies Orphanage For Girls in Calabasas, California. I'm currently looking around. The little girls look so happy running around and playing. In a corner of the room, I see four girls ranging from age six to eight huddled together.

They laugh at something and walk away, revealing a little girl around four years old, curled up into a ball, face hidden in a crocheted blanket, sobbing her heart out. I slowly walk to her. She's mumbling something incoherent, but I hear her say something that breaks my heart.

"I should kill myself!" She wails. It breaks my heart that she wants to take her own life for whatever reason. "No, sweetie. Don't say that." I whisper. I kneel down to her eye level and gently remove her blanket from her face. Her dark brown eyes are clouded with tears. She snaps her head down and hides her face in her knees.

I gently stroke her long black hair. "Can you look at me please?" She doesn't respond, so I take my index finger and gently push up her chin. Her dark brown eyes are red and puffy. I wipe her eyes. "Never say that. Don't kill yourself. You have too much to live for."

The girl shakes her head. "They're right. I am ugly and no one will ever adopt me." She cries, her head falling into my lap. I rub her back. "You are not ugly." I say softly. She wipes her eyes and lifts her head up, meeting my gaze.

"I'm sorry." She mumbles. I shake my head. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Jennifer Lawrence, but call me Jen. What's your name?"

"Lilly." She whispers.

"And how old are you?" She holds up four fingers. I smile. I think I found my daughter. "Lilly, Hou would you feel if I adopted you?"