1: Best present ever?

November 19th 2000 was the day I was born. My favorite day became the day I hate the most. Why? That's because when I turned ten years old, my parents gave me the worst present you could give someone; they send me with a one way ticket to Ireland, to never get back to them. The last thing they said was that the lady from the orphanage I was going to was waiting for me at the airport. In about two weeks, that was five years ago, meaning then I will be fifteen. And still stuck here... I hate my life right now. Oh, how rude of me to introduce myself. My name is Ruby, and I hate my life, like I said before.