One bleak winter night in the back of the streets of London at tiny baby was left on the steps of an orphanage. There was no note, no name, no clue as to who this little person was just the potato sack, which she was wrapped as snow fell around her in Victorian times, it was uncommon for newborn babies to be abandoned outside the orphanages, hospitals or homes of upper class folks. Their poor, desperate mothers hope their children would be taken and then given a better life, then their birth families could provide.

However, it was hard to imagine a worse start in life for this baby than the warmly hall home for unwanted children. When the 6 orphans live there, all crammed into a room that should have slept 8th at the absolute most the children were locked up, starved and beaten on top of that they were forced to work day and night, they had to assemble gentleman's pocket watches from tiny pieces until they went blind, the children were painfully thin with filthy rags for clothes, your friends' faces were black with sooth, so all you could see was the gloom and were hopeful little eyes. When a new baby arrived at the orphanage, all the older children would come up with a name for them. They like to work in their way up to the alphabet, so their names would be different as possible, the night the baby in the potato sack was left on the steps they had reached, if she had been found before, she might have been called Doris, a day later, she would be called Frank, instead, she was named Elsie. This prison of orphanages was run by an evil old boot, a Mrs. Curdle her face was a new permanent grimace, and she was covered from head to toe in warts, she had so many words, even her works head work, the only thing that made her smile was the sound of children sobbing, miss curdle would scoff, and all the food donated for the orphans, so the children that are in her care had to eat cockroaches for breakfast lunch dinner. And. Creepy Crawleys are good for you. Chuck? If any had the orphans spoke after Kendal south, she would stuff one of them into our episode, an old stockings in their mouth, they would have kept it they're in there for a week, that's that'll keep you quiet when the wallet, when the children were stepping on the cold stone floor, she would put wiggly worms down the back of their shirt so that they wake up screaming,

Mr. Google sleep sneeze all over the orphanage hat chew and blow her nose under her. A weekly bath involved her dunking the orphans one by one into a barrel full of maggots, the maggots with nibble off the dirty snaps my schedule would be snigger. Dry off afterwards, she would peg the children to the washing line by their ears. L c, once when Elsie was found with a pet rat in her pocket, she had prevented befriended Mr. Dell used it as a ball in the game of cricket. If she felt one of the orphans had given her a funny look, miss curler would poke them in the eye with her dirty knobby fingers. Treat at Christmas, the orphans would line up for their present a walk on the bottom with the bumper book of carols, merry Christmas Child cradle would say, with each strike, Elsie endured 10 long bad years at the Wormley hall, the only thing that kept her going was the dream that one day her mouth would magically appear and the whisk her away, but she never did as the girl grew up, she in bed more and more incredible stories about her, perhaps her mom was it is exploring the jump, the acrobat with a traveling circus. Even better, a lady pirate off having adventures on the high sea every night else he would make up bedtime stories for her fellow orphans. Over time, the girl became a magnificent story, teller, she had all the other little children in the palm of her grab behind, then my found urself in the dark, dark place, it was the belly of a huge blue world. Scape from the tribe of cannibals, which wasn't easy as they had already gobbled up her left leg boom. Mom had thrown the bomb into the times just in time, so no one else was killed. It was all in a day's work of a secret agent the end. When that night story finished, the other orphans would cry out another, we don't want to sleep yet please Elsie just one more. Children cheered so much at LCS, they woke up missing schedule, no morning stories, you're nasty little beasts. A woman beating Elsie with her broomstick on every word, the bustle, then stocking stuff in the little girl's mouth, only half muffled her screams, Argh Argh Argh.so severe Ellie, Elsie wasn't sure she was going to survive, her little body was black and blue with bruises and the girl knew she had to escape or die

I'll see love all the rats and pigeons that would find their way inside of the Wormley hall if she had any food, she would share it with them and tend to any broken wings and legs in return, they would snuggle up to her, which made her feel less lonely in her heart. I'll see if I felt a deep connection to these animals that misses schedule called vermin through her, they would call little creatures. In the world, just like her. This, the rap got into the orphanage by studying along a leaky pipe. I came down from the ceiling, one thing else see that said, else your part from her fellow orphans was her feet I'll see then ordinary feat, she had monkey feet, the advantage of having long, thick, toes, but the grip like fingers was that it made climbing easy peasy. So one night, when everyone else was asleep, I'll see will scale the pipe to see where the rats scramble, and just as she had thought, there was a small size rap at the top of the wall, after that, every night after can do so, I'll see you scale the pipe using her mom one set with top, she would scrape away the brickwork with her fingernail after at night. Babe and scraped and making the hole bigger and bigger, scratch scratch scratch, eventually, the hole was large enough for Elsie to squeeze her tiny under fed bodies through it. However, she couldn't leave normally hall without saying goodbye to our 25 friends wake up, she softly said. Again, to appear out of the dark, I'm going to run away tonight, who's coming with me. I said, who is coming with me, the murmurs of I'm too scared and jealous, and they'll catch us and beat us to death. The littlest little line of the lot was named Nancy. She looked up to see like she was a big sister Nancy whispered. Where are you going? No, replied the girl. anywhere but here please don't forget about us never promise i promise said i'll see i'll see you once again one day i know it i'm going to miss your stories said another or friend felix me too is added percival next time i see you i'll tell you the greatest story of all good luck i'll see said nancy you'll always be in here replied elsey patting her chest she gave one last shimmy up the pipe which her monkey feet and with one last wiggle she was gone this is all i'm going to be posting today i'll because my exams are tomorrow and i'm basically doing this in the middle of the night studying if you're interested in this book just you know tell me and i can keep reading it until the last chapter aka chapter 77 it's not that hard but easy so if i could do this i would tell you all that the struggle was so hard to do and this book is my favorite thank you