Tom Marvolo Riddle, that was my name. The other kids in the orphanage called me Marv. No, that wasn't my name. It's hard to love someone, when they act like you're a figment of imagination. I just wish, I could disappear from existence, no one would notice, or care. I wish I could also make the other kids pay, for everything they've done to me. Name. Tom Marvolo Riddle. That will always be my name. "Hey Marv, what do you think you're doing?" Johnny, another kid, yelled at me as I went to pick up an extra frisbee lying on the partially dead grass. "That's MY frisbee." "Why do you think that, Johnny?" I asked him, standing up. I was about a head shorter than all the other kids, but I knew I was going to change that. "Marvy, Marvy, you know you can't touch other kids property." He said, then punched me. I fell to the ground, and held the now bloody area where he hit me. And of course, none of the grown ups saw, because they were probably inside, having their tea time. Johnny grabbed the frisbee, and ran away laughing. I quietly wept on the ground , the blood was pouring from my lip. So I went inside and grabbed a cloth from the sink. I poured some water on it, then held it up to my lip. It stung a lot. I could feel the bruise on my face. "Thank you so much, Johnny." I thought to myself. "Marv!" Mr. Kins said. "You've stained one of our rags." "B-but Johnny..." I couldn't finish before he was ripping it out of my hand. He slapped me in the face, which he does to kids when they are disobedient. The old man grabbed me, dragged me upstairs, and we stopped at the attic. He grabbed some keys out of his pocket, and started fiddling with them until he came up on a small bronze key. He unlocked the wooden door, opened it, and threw me inside the room with such a great force, that I tripped on my own foot. The minute my hand hit the floor, I could feel many splinters entering my hand. The door slammed behind me. I looked at my hand, it was starting to swell. I stood up, walked to the circular window across from the door, and saw all the kids playing outside. I sat turned, and fell down with my back to the wall, and started to cry. Sadly, Tom Marvolo Riddle, that was my name.
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