There was once a little girl. One day, mommy and daddy died in a car accident, leaving her all alone. The girl got sent to a big house to live with the other unfortunate children who had lost their parents or never known theirs at all. The Little Girl thought this could be the beginning of a new life. A life where she wouldn't have to feel alone anymore. She couldn't be more wrong.
The first few days at the orphanage were tough for her. The Little Girl tried to befriend the other children, but she was being ignored. The Little Girl attempted to participate in the games they were playing, but they quickly shunned her away. It left her wondering. On one fine afternoon, The Little Girl went to the bathroom to hide away from doing chores. One of the two stalls was already occupied. So she took the other one and locked herself in. The Little Girl heard two voices from the other stall. They didn't seem to realize that the subject of their current conversation was practically sitting next to them because they didn't even bother to lower their voices. The Little Girl stumbled upon the word "peculiar" spoken by Nellie, the youngest of the two.
"Exactly. Peculiar. I don't like the way she's looking at us. She's just starting, it's creepy." Said Cameron, the older one.
They rambled on, insulting The Little Girl without any remorse. The Little Girl could no longer hold her tears. Her sobs reached out to the next stall and the two girls stopped talking.
"Is someone there?" Nellie called out. "Hello?"
"Forget about it, let's come out before Nancy finds out we're ditching chores," Camron said.
The Little Girl stayed a while to contemplate what she just heard. After drying her tears, she went out only to get caught by one of the maids and forced to do chores.