First person POV about an oc named Chris
Welp. I got this journal today so I guess I'll be writing in it sometimes. This book isn't really for me, it's for whoever finds it after I'm gone. So I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Chris, I don't have a last name, I did, but not anymore. Last names are for people with families, and I don't have one of those. I've got myself...nothing more. Oh except this one girl named Bella. She's 17 which is older than me as I am 14. God damn that sounded so formal. I live in an adoption center, cause I am unwanted. Unwanted by people, unwanted by the world.
This is how I live my life, alone occasionally having someone wanting to adopt a child but it's never me. They always want a little kid cause they're cute and funny, too bad I'm not that. Once in a while there are parents that want an older kid so the kid can babysit a younger sibling while the parents go off to work to afford the Audi that they can only get if both parents are working.
But they never want me, I would be the last kid picked put of everyone. I'm 14, I've been here 9 years so everyone thinks it's best if I stay because this is the life I'm used to. I mean, they aren't wrong that I'm used to it but they're wrong about me not wanting to be adopted. I've wanted nothing more. I've always wanted a family but no one ever wants me. I guess I'll just stay here until I turn 18, then I'll just live on the streets until I die. That's the only other thing I want, death. I know it sounds awful but after no one wants you it's kinda the only other option.
Anyway, I'm gonna be writing in this journal about my life so one day someone finds it and reads it. So the future will have some idea of what life is like for the less fortunate.
