Chapter15: Little Brother

James went up from the road and tried not to cry anymore. He walked and dragged his bag limping and then glanced over at the path where his mother abandoned him. James sobbed in a village square that only had a street light in the middle of the night. After all, he's just a six-year-old kid who doesn't know what to do at that point. James was getting cold, and he had no choice but to enter the desolate grounds of the orphanage. James knocked on the orphanage's front door, and soon a rather chubby man opened it. With a sarcastic expression, he glanced at James and then peered out. "Is your name James Harristian?" asked the man curtly. Frightened James, nodded. He swallowed a few times before the man snorted and half rebuked. "Get in!" James was forced to join the place he hated the most. That night was James' first night at the orphanage. The next day, he began to be left starving. At first, he didn't understand, but then he knew that even in a shelter, he had to survive. James had to f