As I lay in my dark and hawkish room, I can hear the shuffle of feet outside my door. I know at any moment the bell would be rung. The bell that woke me every morning. I have been awake for what seems like hours. So many thoughts running through my head. Today is the day I try to escape this horrible place. I am treated so badly. The sisters give me lashings if I miss a spot on the floor while scrubbing or if I do not scrub the clothes well enough. The other orphans here are not treated the way I am. The door suddenly bursts open and sister Diane barges into my room and stands over me glaring at me with her evil eyes and shouts “You think you are going to stay in bed all day “Montresor”, there are floors to sweep and to be scrubbed”. “Get up,
