Here is a short story I wrote a while ago. I ended up submitting it to a short story contest a few months ago but I haven't hear back. I thought you guys may enjoy it. Also yes this the root of my username.

The world is full of love. At least that's what they told me. They told me love was real but to me, it’s not. I leave my room for the water fountain. The sounds as I walk down the hall remind me of the principal walking down the hall. That was back when I was with Mother of course. I don’t remember much about my life before Mother brought me here. I barely remember Mother’s face but the look on her face when she brought me here it is chiseled in stone in my mind. It was one of disappointment.

Now I have forgotten why I was in the hall. My lips feel like the desert that reminds me of the water fountain. That’s why I’m here. The water hits my lips like a garden hose on a forest fire, a temporary relief. It will be like this for a while. The medicine they give me is chalky, dry, and filled with the devil’s fire. I need to get to sleep, I think as I glance at the hallways clock. I only have an hour or so until the medicine pulses through me like a fire in my veins. I rush back to my room and fall on my “mattress” from my memory; this is nothing like the ones I had with Mother. One time I saw a mattress on television… I closed my eyes slowly and drifted into the abyss.
I awake to the drifting of a nurse’s cart in the hall. I might as well eat now it’s five, fifteen in the morning. I stroll down to the mess hall. There is a new girl with light freckles, burgundy, fairly short hair, slight dimples, with sculpted features standing there talking to the headmaster. I kinda think she’s cute but I better keep that to myself. I walk into the kitchen and grab a cinnamon bun, milk, cream cheese, and a bagel. I wave to Eddy, the chef no one is supposed to go in the kitchen but I’m allowed to because I’m what they call a “good kid”. I asked why other people were not allowed in there and had to wait once, they said something about other kids could hurt themselves. I asked Eddy to slice the bagel. He gladly does with a smile. I walk out in the mess hall and take a seat in the far left corner like always.

The headmaster ushers the girl to come to sit with me. I would complain but there is no point in scaring the girl. She sits down. I ask her what her name is, ...

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