Painting our Life - 6 Colors

   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.