Dear future me,

This is me Aria, I have started writing this so when I get older I can look back and see what little 8 year old me was like in case I ever forget. So let me start as far back as I can remember. I was born December 9, 2007, I don't know who my parents are, I don't know if I even have any living family members. I grew up in Sunnyville orphanage over in New York. I had a family of misfits there. I stayed there with 8 other kids. Jason the eldest at 15, Jocliyne 14, Sean 10, Samatha 9, timothy 7, Isabelle 5, Issac 7, and Lilly 4. I was the youngest at 3 when I got there. The orphanage owners were never around, not that I noticed I was 3 at the time and I had more than enough love from everyone that I didn't feel the difference. We all grew up, I was happy and felt loved, I knew that they were my family, blood related or not. That was until I was 6. The orphanage caught on fire, it's all a blur now, but I do remember the eldest trying to get everyone out…..I was one of the survivors along with Lilly,Issac,Jason, and Jocliyne. But I don't know where they are. All I can remember after that is being all alone on the streets in the middle of New York winter. No one was there for me. I stayed on the street for a year until S.L.E.I.L.D found me….