Back at the orphanage, the officer led me inside, and threw me on a bench. He walked over to another guard at the front desk.

"Dropping off, or checking back in?" He shouted at the other guard.
"Checking back in."

"What child?"

The officer looked back over at me and said:"What was your name brat!"

"Alex." I said softly.

"Speak up!" He shouted at me.

"Alex, sir."

"Speak up stupid boy!He said racing at me, and grabbing my hair.

"Alex!" I shouted.
This is why I was quiet.
I was easily afraid.

"Did you get that?" The guard shouted back to the desk.

"Yes."

The guard led me up stairs, and down a familiar hallway.

"Do you remember your number!"
The guard shouted.
I wasn't paying attention though.
"You boy!number!"

"N-no, sir."

"27.Don't forget it."

I tried to remember it, but I knew I wasn't going to.

1 minuet later.......
"27! Where are you!"
A guard shouted.

I bolted down the steps in fear of what would happen if I didn't.
I walked into the office.

"Sit!"
He yelled pointing to a chair.

I had to practically climb the chair, it was to high, and I was to short.

"I need to ask you some  questions."

I nod.

"How old are you?"
He asked.

"3."
I just wanted it to go quickly.

"What's your full name?"
He asked again.

"Alex Richards."

"That's not your last name!What's your full name?"
He screeched.

"I don't know."
I said.

"Tell me, or you don't eat!"
He screamed.

"W-w-wes-....Wesley."
I stuttered quietly.-Weather that was my last name or not, I didn't know. It'd be best probably if, I didn't know.

The guard rolled his eyes. I could tell he was frustrated.

"What are your parents names?!" He barked.

"My, daddy's name is Jeff."
I mumbled.

"What's your mothers name!"

"I don't know, she died I think."
I asked.

"How did she die!?"

"I, not wanna talk about it."
I said with my head down.

"I need to know!"
He screamed scarring me.

Tears started to flow out of my eyes one, by one. I looked at the floor, but the guard grabbed my face.

"Listen you brat, your gonna tell me or-"

"A fire! A fire, She died in a fire."
I said. -I didn't wanna know what came next.

"How'd it start, you bastard!"
He said mumbling that weird 'b' word under his breath.

"He started it. My daddy did it!"
I said.

"Jeff?"
He questioned.

I just nodded.

"Why did he set fire to the house!"
The guard shouted.

"He was drinking the nasty stuff again. It begins with an 'a'."

He wrote on a piece of paper, probably what I said.

"What did they do to you for you to end up here?!"

'He just had to go there!'
I thought.

"Not talking about it."
I say shyly.

"Tell me, brat!"

"NO!"
I shout.

He starts to get up and walk toward me.
I tense up, he grabbed my hair and demands for an answer.

"Tell me!"
He demands.

I'm quite for a second, too quiet-he hits me.

"They, they hurt me."
I stutter.

He released his strong grip.

"Do you have any allergies?"
He asked. (Not that he really cared)

I shook my head no.

"I need to measure, and weigh you now!"

I don't move.

"To bad, bastard!"
He screamed pushing me to the wall for measurements.

"40 inches!"
He shrieks.

"Step on the scale!"
He shrieks again.

I do, shaking.

"34 pounds! That's it. Get out! Now!"
He shouts.

I head back to the dormitory.🏴