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Who knew a window could be so interesting while in math? The dull thought drifted through my mind.

The clock's hand ticked slowly as class continued to drag endlessly along. I sat in the back alone, twirling my brown hair absentmindedly, just thinking about the events of this morning. My blood was still fuming, yet my head was utterly confused.

How could he be mad one minute and then all smug and happy the next? It didn't make sense.

That's it! The obvious thought shot through my head.

The guy is bi-polar.

I slapped my forehead.

Of course! Anyone could have guessed that. Just great. One of the only cute guys in my school and he can either go from being a total ass to actually being cute and actually not that bad. Just my luck...

". . . . .Miss. Bright can you answer that?" The irking bald man who got a sick kick out of making people's life miserable, who I unfortunately had to call a teacher, interrupted my thoughts.

"What?" I intelligently replied. It was then I realized that the whole class was looking at me as if I had just got out of the loony house. Maybe they saw me slap my forehead. . .

Yeah that's probably it. Okay, so from their point of view, I might have looked like I was off my rockers for a minute, but in my defense I was thinking! I was thinking very hard.

The bald guy sighed frustrated. I haven't even gotten the chance to learn his name and it was almost the middle of the school year. Who am I kidding, I didn't learn his name simply because I didn't want to. He's such a pest, like a bug who constantly tries to embarrass me in front of class. Actually he tries, but living at my foster parents home, you learn that embarrassment is one of the daily occurrences, so now I barely even notice when someone tries to do it to me.

Yeah I'm an orphan. At first it was depressing finding out that your parents left you at the door of an orphanage with a piece of paper, neatly written in black cursive on your blanket saying:

Avril Bright.

Take care of her.

I mean they leave me at the fate of a foster care home with a stupid letter with six words on it. How unsympathetic could they be. . .and cliche! They could have at least put "please" at the end to at least show me they really wanted me to be taken care of. After so many years, I finally gave up on the lost cause of them ever coming back and just decided to forget about it.

The emotions of abandonment are still there, somewhere deep inside of me though, days I feel it and the rest I forget all about it. It's like I keep it in a box along with the other dark feelings that stir in me at times. The little Pandora box may jingle and shake but it never opens for I know if it ever does...it will not be pretty.

When I was old enough to think and process things, I began to ask questions. Like why I didn't have a mommy and a daddy like the kids on TV did? And why did they not love me and just leave me? The day I learned the answer I actually wish I hadn't.

You should never tell a child " your parents left you at the door of an orphanage," I quote. And then the unsympathetic woman retrieved the stupid letter with only the 6 words on them and when she read it to me I cried.