Botched Past: Wreny The Wrenison

Wren's Pov

Wren Davidson is my name. Pretty boring right? And my life resides in this hell hole, my boarding school, Montes High. Am in senior year but I barely have friends. They call me a freak around here and a freak they say is best avoided. And if they avoid me, I just avoid them right back. I do not have time to be checking other's feelings. But a series of events led to this my very boring and plain life. Let me take us all back to before I was born.

For one, no one knows where I came from. I was only a day old when I was found abandoned outside my current home, the Davidson Orphanage. That is what they tell me. How they know how old I was I never bother to ask. After all, it is rude to question adults or so they say. The name Wren was given because I was found on a stormy night. It was raining like crazy and there were thunderstorms. And since it is weird to be called Rain, they thought Wren would do. Pretty lame if you ask me. Who even gets named after the rain?

Anyway, from day one, I have always been considered weird. For someone who was abandoned, I did not seem to care. It never bothered me. I was first found smiling and kicking happily in the rain. Point to note; I currently hate the rain. That shocked the Davidsons. According to them, I was supposed to be kicking and screaming my lungs out crying not laughing. And that was news in the whole damn orphanage.

Secondly, in the next few days after being found, I did not sleep neither did I cry. Everyone had scheduled into a sort of timetable to look after me since I never slept. I would just look at anyone babysitting me until they found themselves sleeping instead of me. And that was news to the whole orphanage once again. They all found it very strange and super weird. This went on for a whole week. And this stressed the Davidsons for that whole week since no one would agree to babysit. So, they had to take turns themselves babysitting despite their busy schedules. The whole orphanage was afraid that I would turn into a monster and eat them up once 'I put them to sleep'. That was the reason they gave for not helping to babysit me. Very immature thinking right there, right?

By the end of week one in the orphanage, no one wanted anything to do with me. I was avoided like the plague, well except the Davidsons. They brought me in, so they had no option but to look after me. And since the gods had nit blessed them with a child of their own, they made a rushed decision to adopt me officially by the end of week one. This was with the hope that I would be accepted by the others in