One month has passed since the day I've entered the adoption center. Three times, families have come in order to adopt children. The first time, I overheard many different families talking about me. And I know for a fact that they were talking about me since they were stealing glances that I pretended weren't exchanged by one another, and they pointed their fingers at me.
"Look at her —"
"She's really skinny, Jeff —"
"She looks like she hasn't gotten much sleep —"
"She's ugly —"
Yadda yadda yadda. The list could go on for hours where they point out my flaws. "Oh, she must bite her nails too thin!" this and "I don't like the color of her hair" that. It gets on my nerves knowing that my imperfections will prevent me from getting chosen by a loving family. There are no redeeming qualities that overpower my imperfections. I need to face the fact that I'm not going to get adopted. Ever. And maybe it's for the best.
Ms. Williams continues to tell me that perhaps I'll have a chance of getting adopted. I don't believe her, so I always go upstairs to cry and let my emotions out.
Until that one day.
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Adopted by Billie Eilish
FanfictionBrooke Davies is only twelve years old and is forced to be a servant to her drunk and abusive father on the outskirts of Los Angeles. She's been through all kinds of torture and has thought many times about ending her life. The only person keeping h...
