Adopted by Magcon:Unwanted

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I walk in the room and sit down. There's nothing here.

Bare walls, white furniture, and a mattress in the bed frame.

No sheets, no pillows, no blankets, no decoration, no...Color.

I sit on the plain mattress and think. I'm so deep in thought right now.

I'm thinking about Cameron,
my room,
and over all; my life.

Like, what's going to happen from here on?
Am I going to carry on with my scarce and sucky amount of clothing?
Am I going to return to school and continue to be bullied?
Am I going to warm up to Cameron? DAD! How do I keep forgetting that?
Is he going to stay mad at me?
HOW IS MY LIFE GOING TO GO ON?!

Then there's my relief...
but there's nothing in my bathroom. No towels or toilet paper to clean up the blood. Who am I kidding? I don't even have a sweatshirt or bandaids to cover up the cuts!

While I'm deep in thought, I hear a knock. Then a "May I come in?"
I recognize the voice as Camer-DAD's! I'm trying so hard to remember to call him dad, but I'm not comfortable with it.
Hmm, maybe I can just not call him anything and talk to him without doing that..

"It's your house, so yeah." I reply.
He walks in and says,"Yours too."

"Not really. You don't even like me," I whisper quietly to myself.
"What?" he asks.
"Nothing now how can I help you?"
"Stop being sassy. But get ready we're going shopping." he says smiling.
I just nod though.

When he walks out, I go to my duffle bag and pick out my pre-used Aeropostale shirt and some jean shorts. I guess you could say they were on the shorter side, but nothing was hanging out.
I then put on my knock off vans and brush my hair.

I walk downstairs to see Camer-screw it. I'm calling you Cameron until I'm comfortable, waiting for me.
"You ready?"
I just nod. We walk into the garage and get into his black Range Rover. I climb into the back and put on my seatbelt. Then we're off.
I sing some of the songs on the radio until he looks at me through the mirror smiling.

I blush and look down.
"Princess, you don't have to be embarrassed. I'm your Dad." he says smiling proudly.

I feel good that he's proud because no one's ever been proud of me before. But, he had to ruin the moment by saying "dad" again.
I nod and try to smile before laying my head back and enjoying the ride to wherever we're going.