Life

Chapter Three

I got up, put my shirt on, and went downstairs, seeing my sisters looking so happy.

"AVA! They're adopting all of us!"

I smiled, but I knew it was too good to be true.

The woman spoke, "I said I'd adopt the little ones. The six year old and the eleven year old. Not her."

I knew it was coming. I felt a pain in my heart. Not because I'm not getting adopted. Because my sisters are. And don't get me wrong, I knew they would. I guess I just really hoped we'd all be adopted together. Now they'll be taken away from me and we'll probably never see each other.

"I know. I'm fifteen. I understand, I'm too old."

Under my breath I whispered, "And it hurts but that's life."

The woman looked at me, "Life ain't fair."

I stood up and was suddenly furious, "I GET IT. THAT'S THE SAME DAMN THING I JUST SAID. GO AHEAD, TAKE MY LITTLE SISTERS FROM ME. Make my life a fucking mess, it already is. Just take them away from me, I'm sure that'll make you happy."

I ran up to our, well I guess now my, room. David walked in.

"You made a scene."

"I know. I don't give a shit. People don't care if I have anger issues because they weren't going to adopt me anyway."

"If it makes you feel any better, nobody showed any interest in me."

"No, Davey, that doesn't make me feel better at all. You deserve to be adopted."

I pulled him into a hug and he spoke, "So do you."

Somebody knocked on the door, "Yes?"

A woman walked in followed by a young girl, "I'm Francesca Harold. I'd like to adopt you."

I pushed him forward, "Go."

He started walking towards her. when he made it she said, "You too."

I pointed to myself and she smiled, nodding her head. She came over and sat on Bree and Sid's bed.

"This is my daughter, Tessa."

I looked over at her. She looked about four or five, and really shy.

"Hi, Tessa. I'm Savana and this is Davey."

She looked down.

"Oh, I don't take that."

I grabbed her, which earned a worried look from her mom and Davey, until they saw what I was doing. I started tickling her, which earned a lot of giggles.

"How old are you?"

She didn't answer, "I'm not going to stop tickling you until you tell me."

In between giggles she yelled, "FIVE!"

I stopped tickling her and helped her sit back up, "You think you're going to like me? Because I like you."

She smiled and nodded, "Yeah."