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Chapter 1

Home.
Home is an interesting subject for me.
Something can feel as if it's home but is it really 'home'?
I miss my home..
My name is  Nyah and family and home is a hard subject for me, because, well.. my mum she is in jail for being a drug addict and my father well he died in a car accident when I was only six years old.
So funnily enough I got put into the system when I was 7 and I was fine in the system, living a good life with my friends I had made, but then came my 13th birthday. I guess whoever said 13 was the most unlucky number, was correct. When I was 13 I got adopted. You may think that being adopted is a good thing. Not for me. 

They were a middle aged, couple 30 ish they just looked so, so.., posh! I HATED it. This was about to be the WORST 13th birthday ever! And I mean EVER!
I didn't want to leave my friends especially Stella she's like the sister I never had. I can't leave her.

I begged them to adopted her too, but they said they where only looking to adopt one child and I seemed "the perfect fit".  What does that even mean? I kept repeating those words in my head "the prefect fit" "the perfect fit". Me, "the perfect fit"? I was an edgy gothy teen, they were posh and chic? I was so confused but there was no way out of this so I packed my stuff and said goodbye to Stella. Our matching pink and purple ombré friendship necklaces joint with a slight clink and we hugged.

I was going to miss her, a lot.
I had to go. I didn't want too.

Tears streamed down my face as I walked out the large glass double doors and to their white Range Rover. I got in the back and hid my face in the book I was reading tears still falling out of my eyes.

They started trying to ask me questions. I wasn't really listening but I would just answer with a "mhm" or an "uh uh". They could tell that I wasn't listening so they stopped. They reached for the radio button on the large screen in the car, they looked back at me in the rear view mirror with a look as if saying "is it ok?" I nodded. My favourite song came on but I wasn't going to sing or dance in a basically strangers car?! I rest my book down on the middle seat and listen I start dancing with my feet so they don't see, but I accidentally stood on her seat belt. She makes a noise like "oop" I apologise and stop.

Then, she asks the question I was dreading right now.. "Nyah, sweetheart, do you like this song?" I agree with a slight grin on my face. As I nod my head she reaches for the volume button, I thought she was going to turn it down to talk about are "common interests" but instead she turns it up. I was starting to have a slight liking for them but I quickly knocked myself out of it.

When we had gotten back to their home they told me to sit down at their luxurious marble table. I sat. They asked if I wanted a drink, I said yes to a glass of water. I got kind of scared. They set some kind of "ground rules"  but I was still aloud to decorate my room how I want. I'd be going too a new school tomorrow I wasn't exited.

They orders pizza as a "piece offering" or something and then I was sent to bed..