Scissors

Today is no walk in the park. First, I see my empty house, with no love, and a forgotten promise. The promise to come back. My mother and father went on a cruise in the carribean, and when I woke up the day after they came home, the had left again. So now, I'm an orphan. Does anyone know that I am? No. I hide all of the pain and stuff, and try to be normal. Does anyone care? Nope, not at all. Not in the slightest. I'm stuck, in a lonely world.
Monday-
Today, I looked through the newspaper and saw an ad. An ad for a nanny.So I clipped it out and called the number. I got the answering machine. On their end I heard bustling in the background of the person recording the pre-message."Hello, the Nannies Of West New York secratary cannot reach the phone right now, please state your adress and phone, and we will return your call. BEEP!" Then I left my message, "Hello, this is Farica from the West Side Apartment Complex, room 334. Please call me back at 334-556-2134. Thank you."
Then I hung up.