Entry 2
After the Thinking Corner followed by two hours of Floor scrubbinig and two hours of weed pulling. It was horrible !! My father was a short and squat man with an awkward walk like a crab scuttling across the ocean floor who believed that these punishments were good things for children. The Home was a misfit operation. Before there were inspectors came into the house and they were checking to see if we are healthy, but now they were no longer a doctor or an inspector. It was now run solely by the Trepids with the help of their overworked assistant, Morgan, who referred as Chief Gopher. On the front of the building was a faded yellow paint curled in strips, like a peeling skin. I thought that it looked like a string of mismatched boxcar laid end to end, and Florida tought that it looked like a dragon with a huge mouth. " Rotation " my father said which mean that children came and went and some were taken to the foster families or adopted. Some run away and never returned. At night Florida and I had a plan. we were going to jump on the night freight train and ride out of the town. Soon.