Flufferwump the story part 1: Life in the orphanage
Michael does not have a great life. His parents died in a car accident when he was too young to remember. His gran died 3 months later, leaving him with no-one to look after him,. That is how he ended up in this hell hole of a Children’s home, the Badger Home for Orphans. It wasn’t all bad, he had a bed, although it was hard and in a room with 9 other boys. He had food, well it was kind of food anyway, as if Cardboard had been boiled with a mixture of gone off milk and children’s tears.
The days at the orphanage were very dull. Breakfast at 8. Exercise for 30 mins at 8.30. Maths at 9 followed by English at 10. Science at 11:30 and then History and Geography after that. Once learning had finished (in the onsite “School”) then There is 1 hour to finish your homework, before yo start work, building toys for the local toy store to sell to all the non-orphans. With this busy schedule, the other boys still found the time to take out there feelings of this dismal life on Michael.
Why pick on Michael you ask? Well he was smaller than the rest, but really cute as well. He could wrap any of the workers round his little finger, and used to get little tidbits of real food and less homework than everyone else. This lead to the other boys resenting him and therefore taking everything they could from him. They made him complete their homework and would lock him in the cupboard using a broom to stop him from escaping.
This day was not special, it was much like every other day. Dennis the ginger bruiser had woken Michael up by rubbing his armpit on Michael’s face, Daryl followed this up with an atomic wedgie and James had farted under Michaels covers whilst the three held him underneath, giving him a “dutch oven”. Michael was then locked in the cupboard so that he missed breakfast again, two days in as row now. Michael spent the rest of the day hiding from the other boys, except for in lessns where notes with childish pictures of him were passed around the room. I think the teacher even started one.
The big difference came at the start of toy making time, where one of the boys “spilled” some oil on the floor infront of Michael and he slipped in the most comically exaggerated way possible. It was just like a cartoon. His feet dashed in place trying to get a grip, then went completely in the air, above head height so he was in some form of Pike formation, then he crashed to the floor, banged his head and everything went dark…..
