(This sounds more like a school then a orphanage XD)<br/><br/>Paul had fallen asleep on the bench, when he woke up a butterfly had landed on his face. Paul's White and black tattoo of his skull must have attracted it. The tattoo itself was very rare, at least that's what Paul himself thought, seeing how he's never seen someone with the same tattoo as his. Once the butterfly had moved on Paul got up from the bench and decided to walk around a bit. He had stuck his hands inside of his pockets, his thumb left outside. He soon found himself at the playground again.