I was lying in my bed thinking about when life would get better I figured out it probably never dose just gets close to it I finally fall asleep but am woken from my sleep by a bell it rips my ear but I'm used to it. I wake up and go to my drawers it's a new day I tell myself but it never helps. I put on a light blue top and a tdm hoodie with black pants. I go to my desk and look at the photo of my old family my mum was really short and sweet my dad tall and loving, my bother sporty asf. I put the photo down as there is a knock at my door. "Why is it always you grace every time" she says to me
I walk out the door ttying not to look her in the eye we lie up I have been here for 2 months I'm the last one that came down stairs the last one the be in line the frist one to be called to the room. I hate the room the people in there always think the can beat my parents they never can, and never will
_With this story i wanted to do something different most people have their storys start with the person hearing on YouTube that the person is adopting so i figured let's not i hope you guys like it-Turtle_
