When I was young I heard stories about an underground fortress, home to magical creatures, all of different shapes and sizes, and they were all grateful to their humble, eye-catching queen. And these stories were told to me by my great grandpa, his name was Rob. We were the best of friends in the whole wide world and my only friend as a little girl, he took care of me since my parents never wanted to. He would try to make waffles for me since that was my favorite food. When I lived with my parents at 5 years old, when he would make the waffles, we would always try not to catch his big puffy gray beard on fire, but almost every time he did. Then shortly after that he would tell me more about this imaginary underground land. I loved hearing stories about the little grimland dwarfs and blue bud pixies and all the other magical creatures he made up, He was all I could ever hope for, so to me, today was the saddest day of my life. “We are gathered here today to say our final goodbyes to a wonderful man, Rob Chandler, Who I am sure would all want you to know he loves you very much,” said the cousin of Rob.
It was horrible. everyone dressed in black, my parents didn’t even show, he had no wife to help him through life, and everyone he knew but his 40-year-old lonely cousin, Newt and my parents lived in the same state as he, so I just sat there, thinking if there was anything I could have done to prevent Rob's death, also thinking: What am I going to do with my life? my parents don’t like me for who knows why, and Newt goes out to bars to often to care for me. I am only sixteen. Then after the funeral was over I went back to robs house, and I thought I would stay there until too many bills stacked up. So far I have been there for a week, all alone, and already two bills stacked up on the counter. Truthfully, I was scared to look at them every time I passed the counter to get some food of even a drink. They scared me because they reminded me about how I will have to leave this place and how I am on my own.
On the third week I went out to get the mail, like I do every day. normally its bills or magazines on fishing weekly, which I don’t know why they even give thoughs out when its so cold like this, but I went out and I started digging through mail. my long chestnut hair kept blowing in my face, so I set down the mail to put my hair up. As I did, I saw a pink letter fall out of the stack of mail before the others did, so I picked it up and read the front of it out loud,
“Good Day’s Orphanage slip?” So I opened it and I was more then surprised,
“Dear Lilith, We are sad to inform you that you have been alone for far too long, so we would like to take you under our wing and send you to the Good Day’s Orphan House. we serve 3 meals a day and we have families come and pick a new addition every Thursday, and do not worry your grandfather Robin told use that he wouldn't be around forever, that your name is Lilith and that you may need some help, we have a car coming to pick you up, so be packed and ready. -J”
“NO! I am not going to an orphanage!” So I dropped the letter and ran inside to pack up, but not for the orphanage, for my escape!
My name is Lilith Stew. I'm 16 years old and This is how the adventure began.