The Ghost of the Lonely Orphan

Everyone was going on a lovely day trip.  I was not included as I had played up (yet again).  So I found myself with no-one to play with, no toys were allowed for my punishment.  I decided to go swimming.  I was enjoying myself immensely.  As I jumped into the water I found myself finding it hard to breathe.  No-one there to help.  I drifted away, bumping into things but I don’t know what they were.  Then a voice spoke to me.  “You won’t make it”, the voice whispered, “you won’t make it”.  I was floating with lots o f people, they were all saying, “return to the orphanage”, whispering, “go back, be sorry for being bad.”  I tried but could not get out of the water.  I felt so heavy.  Then a voice said, “Give me your hand”.  All of a sudden I was standing in the hallway of the large house that I was brought up in; so quiet, not a sound from anyone.  I wandered into the large dormitory.  Everyone was asleep.  “I’m here”, I shouted.  No-one moved.  I made my way to the day room.  Everything was there as it was the day I went for a swim.  I wandered into the large kitchen.  All the tables were laid.  My place on one of the tables was vacant with nothing laid.  Then I heard crying.  It was the lady that looked after me.  She was saying that a new child would be arriving to take my place.  I wandered into my bedroom.  My bed was freshly made and everything brand new.  “I’m here”, I shouted, “please don’t let anyone take my place.”  No-one heard me.  No-one could see me.  I wandered around and sat next to the new orphan.  I spoke to her and told her never to play up and never be naughty.  Always do as they say and not be like me as I was the orphan who was bad.  I missed out on a lot of things but it was my own fault.  If only I had realised how good my life was.  Now no-one can see me; no-one can hear me.  No-one hears my cries.  I’m just the Ghost of the Lonely Orphan.