It all started in my house, or it would be better to say my prison, because I did not have other way to call it. I arrived here in strange circumstances because they said that I just appeared here magically; and when I was picked up, I had in my arm a ribbon made of skin which had my full name, and because of the birth marks which were weird symbols that I had on my back, I was treated like a freak.
My name is Natan Sarria Mera, but everyone called me Sarria. Many years have already passed since my arrival. I am one of those who have stayed in this putrid place the longest. I have been living in this hell for 14 years because I did not have another place to go, or so I thought.
I was in my bedroom, and those rooms were usually shared with other two people, but no one accepted to sleep in the same room with me. The teacher, or better said, the caretaker, knocks on the door and pulls me out of my thoughts.
-I'm coming- I said coldly.
I opened the door, and the teacher told me:
-It's time for breakfast, Sarria boy- she said using an unpleasant tone. The teacher is kind of tall and heavy. She has dyed her hair blonde, and she has dark brown eyes which she used to look at me and let me know the disgust she felt because I was in that place.
I got dressed in the only outfit I had: a uniform consisting of a white shirt, gray pants, and black shoes, which I wore every day. I left and closed the door, but as usual, nobody seemed to notice me. I was going down the stairs and the most popular guy in that orphanage pushed me. He was a little older than me. He has fair skin, blond hair and slim face, and to top it all, blue eyes. His name is Cristopher. – Be careful when you are walking – The idiot said, and he laughed when he saw that I fell down after he pushed me. I stood up and continued going down the stairs. I got to the dining tables and I sat near the desolate corner where I always sit. But first, I got some food, which was puree made of something I could not recognize, and some oatmeal that I ate just because I did not want to starve to death. I hunger for meeting the outside world. I finally sat and started eating. Then, I looked through the window and I saw when a man arrived driving his Convertible – "OMG! – he looked at me and then he looked away. In that moment, Munoz, the funny guy, arrived at my table and poured his oatmeal on my head. – what's the matter with you? – I yelled at him.
-I did not like the oatmeal- Munoz said.
-And did you have to…- I did not finish my sentence because I did not want to have any more problems, I already had many of them. I stood up and walked away without looking back. I was so angry that I wanted to… wanted to… ugh… hit him. But I could not.
-Churria is a chicken, and he is scared of me- Munoz said. He called me by that nickname and insulted me while I was leaving. I ignored him, but everyone else started to shout my nickname and "chicken". I also ignored them, and I walked towards my bedroom. I got there and took a shower as fast as I could because I wanted to practice languages. The only positive thing in that orphanage was the tablet which I could use to study the things I liked.
I started practicing Russian, and I had already learned more than 2 languages in the past few years. Thanks to the internet, I learned how to speak Portuguese, French, and English, and of course, I spoke my mother tongue: Spanish. But no one knows that. – Puff – I snorted and smiled at the idea, because I did not have anyone to talk to. I honestly did not know if I did not talk to anyone because I did not have friends or I did not have friends because I did not talk to anyone.
I continued practicing until I fell asleep.