Adopted By Heathers

Chapter 1: Dear Diary

Chapter 1:

My name's Willow. Willow Amanda, if you include my middle name. I don't have a last name. I've been in the orphanage for as long as I can remember. I'm 13. People have adopted me, but it never lasts. They always just return me.

 Why? You may be wondering. Well, here it is. I'm lesbian. And I seem to be placed with every homophobic family in the whole of the US. ( any fellow Americans???) I've been through 10 families since I turned 11. They start to get blurry. (I've been through 10 high schools they start to get blurry...ok I'll stop now) 

I've had 10, and they always end up returning me within months. The longest I lasted was a year. That family only gave me back cause they were going to have another baby. The last one gave me up after 5 months. I purely think they were in it for the money. They're so desperate for me to get out of the orphanage, that they offer 100 dollars per month to the family I stay with. Right now, I'm waiting for another family to come in. My 11th. 

I have no high hopes for this one. I mean, it's my 11th. What's counting on this one to magically succeed. I take out my phone (The orphanage gave me one when I turned 12, I mean, 12 years after I magically appeared on their doorstep. Cliche, I know.) and shuffle my playlist on Spotify. I'm a huge musical theater fan, my favorite musical being Heathers, with Mean Girls being a close second. My musical theater dream is to meet the cast of Heathers. The new foster family won't be here for a while anyway, so I lean back and listen. Beautiful comes on, and I sing along quietly. I'm not the greatest singer, but I'm ok, I guess. I stay like that for a while, singing quietly, waiting for that all too familiar knock of the new foster family on my door. My room here in the orphanage is pretty normal, just a small room painted the lightest shade of lilac, but there's one thing that stands out. 

It's full of musical theater posters. Most are Heathers and Mean Girls, but also Six, Hamilton, and Les Miserables. I take out my earbuds when I hear the door open. And here's the new foster family. It's the usual family, a man, and a woman, with an older girl with them. Probably have a dog, since the girl is wearing black pants that faintly have hair on them. Well, here we go again.