((Lol. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oliver_Twist

Only, not exactly like that.XD))

(( I'll check that out, after I go for a little bit.

Going to have lunch, and maybe come back one. :D

So bye for now! ))

(( I read it xD heheehe. I think I get it.

I said I'd start it...?

Reply to this so I know your on, then I will xD

No sense in me making my intro if your not on anymore Dx ))

(( Wait...You didn't answer another question. XD

Can I make my charrie knew there? Or should both of our charrie's already have been in the orphange for a while now? ))

(( Allll righty :D

*Is excited*

I'm going to call the orphange...'Dekker'...Just because it's my favorite author's last name ;D ))

Eddie sat in the taxi, along with other kids. Some older, some younger. Some had bruises from previous beatings from they're parents, and some, he guessed, had bruises in their heart for realizing that they're parents literally through them out. To the trash. They all look scared. Terrifyed. Hurt. Especially Eddie. Though, he was older, he still had to go to an orphange. And the pain of why he was going, he guessed would never leave. As the taxi stopped by a building that read 'Dekker Orphanage' on the top, Eddie closed his eyes. He used to be really happy. Always upbeat, and smiling all the time. But right now, just realizing what was happening, realizing where his parents were, wasn't making him feel good.

The taxi driver lowered his hat as a goodbye, and everyone got out of the car. All the little kids, quickly ran inside,while Eddie just stood and stared. He understood that it was freezing, snow fell down his face, but he just stood. Stared at the building. Stared at the letters 'Dekker'. Stared at it all. This was going to be his new home. He was going to have to get used to it. Before he could bl
ink to get out of his gaze, he heard cries and screams from inside.

"What the heck do you kids think your doing!?" A hoarse voice screamed. "No running in this building!"  All the little kids that were running inside, ran back out. Eddie took a step forward to see what was going on, and who this was. Then a couple more steps to the front porch steps. A man, who looked to be in about his late 40's stepped out of the large building. Eddie, as bravely as he could, stepped forward and said,

"Hello. I'm Eddie. Someone called to say that-" THe man lifted a hand. Eddie guessed he didn't want to hear anymore. That he already knew why all these kids were here.

"I already know who you are. Now come." He walked back inside, without even directing the knew ones, where to go. Eddie patted a little girl's shoulder, who was shaking from being scared, and not from the snow. "It's alright. Just stay by me." And with that, he walked in for the tour of their new home, with the late 40's man.

((Hm...I'm going to change my characters name ot Jamila.XD))

 Jamila looked down at the disgusting food in her bowl. She didn't know what it was...It seemed to be a mixure of oatmeal and glew to her but she didn't want to complain because of what had happened the last time she had. She watched as a fly landed on the oatmeal-glew and slid the bowl away, she would rather not eat at all then eat the disgusting food they had here. She looked over at the person in from of her. A girl around her age with dusty red hair and dull light blue eyes that Jamila remembered once being bright and happy. She sighed watched as some new kids walked by. They seemed happy which made her sad knowing that all their happiness would soon be sucked out of them. She sighed looking back at her food and began to pick at it with her spoon.

The hoarse voiced man showed Eddie and the rest, all the different rooms. Glaring at the little girl that was by Eddie's side the whole time. And everytime he did, Eddie just tried his best to hold her tighter, while walking. They pas.sed the cafeteria place, though school food seemed much more appealing. He made a disgusted look at the food, and kept walking.

"Right now is lunch hour." The man said. "If you need anything. Ask for anyone but me. Terry Philips." Eddie frowned back at the man, who was now going to be called 'Terry', and then looked around at the kids and teen's that were here. He wondered how many kids, were only here because they're parents died, yet loved them. Like his. He was sort of lucky. Some kids had to live a long time, dealing with they're parents's beatings and hatred. Hopefully they will see the thankfulness they should have, once they stay here.

"Now go sit. The lunch lady will get you a plate in a second." Terry was about to walk away before he stopped, and glared back at Eddie, "This place has age groups. You cannot sit with this little girl." Eddie nodded, as the girl covered her face in Eddie's pant's leg. Terry frowned and said, "You'll sit over there. I'll take care of where she sits." Eddie nodded once again, and said, "Alright sir." Letting the little girl stop holding on to Eddie. She gave him a sad look, as he started walking away. Sitting down at the far end of the table, where other kids his age sat. They all seemed sad. Hurt. Unhappy. He wasn't expecting a party or anything, but the kids' attitudes made him think people here weren't as nice as he thought people should be.

Eddie gulped quietly before finally taking the spoon and dipping it into the bowl. Oh, this is gross... He was tempted to see how it smelt. But didn't have enough nerve to do it infront of everyone. Instead, he held his breath and stuck the oatmeal-like food in his mouth. He forced it down, and scooted the bowl away from him. He wiped his mouth, and kept his disgusted face, plastered onto him. The taste was still in his mouth.

He chose to not eat the rest. He wasn't that hungry anyway. Either that, or he was starving at first, but that food made him loose his appetite. Either way, he wasn't eating. So instead, he leaned back on his chair, and watched everyone else. He watched everyone at his table. Everyone seemed to be eating, but not enjoying. Except for him, and a girl not to far away. They were both not eating. He took his eyes off of her, and went on to scanning the rest of the area. Across from the girl that he particularly noticed, was a girl that was shoving food in her mouth. Why was she enjoying it? Then it dawned on him that it might be that she wasn't enjoying the taste, but enjoying the fact that it was food. Maybe she was starved by her parents? He let the thought trail away, so he didn't think about such a harsh thought, and looked back at the girl who wasn't eating. He did another warm smile at her, and a small wave of his hand. Hoping that atleast one person would be nice back to him.