chapter 1 cockroaches for breakfast

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

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***