Alien Adoption Agency

No More Wasted Time

A/n I know this story isn't as good as the other one but here's another chapter for you guys.

Alyvia pov

Hearing my alarm go off I quickly jumped out of bed. More like my resting nest and run to the bathroom. Oh crap. I forgot it was observation day and I quickly ran back to my bed making it, was it perfect absolutely not. I give a little thumbs up before quickly running over to the bathroom and washing up before running back out sliding across the floor in my socks. I quickly lost my footing and slipped into my bed. I rubbed my head where no doubt a bump would be forming.

"Alyvia! Don't run in the house!" I wince hearing Matron Agatha yelling up to me. How does she know? I mean hearing me probably topple over the bed probably clued her in.

"Sorry Aggie! I was excited!" I brush my self off and looked up the the camera giving a thumbs up showing I'm okay. Don't want them to worry about me. Smiling as I grab my shoes from under the bed I hop as I get one on and then the other.

"Sit down to tie your shoes child, I'm not going to have you breaking your neck before we can get you adopted." I huff and sit on the ground to tie my shoes. This is ridiculous I was not going to break my neck...maybe my arm but not my neck. I'm much more coordinated than that. Looking down I realized I tied my shoelace to the button hole on my sleeve. Okay maybe I'm not. Matron Agatha comes over to help me. Tutting as she tied my shoes for me.

"Alyvia this happens to often, I'm going to get you Velcro shoes at this point as a going away present." She tucks my laces in to my shoe so they don't come undone. As she stands she looks at my outfit of the day and chuckles.

"So we are going for a colorful approach then dear?" I look down at my outfit I was wearing my purple corduroy pants and a red sweater. Are my shoes a neon pink...yes. Do they have neon blue laces? Also yes. I stand up and brush imaginary dirt off my sweater. She fixes my hair. It's only silently messy. It's one of the reasons I got a pixie cut, very low maintenance and less chance I start an electrical fire again with a hair curler...or burn myself...or melt the plastic hand soap bottle...or wow, really thinking about it I probably should not be let near hot items. I hear snapping in my ear and I shake my head to refocus. One of the kids that lived here before they were adopted said my brain is like an etch-a-sketch, and needs to be reset sometimes to get me back into the moment.

"Alyvia? Come on out of that mind child." Matron Agatha makes eye contact with me and I give her a toothy grin.

"I think the colors look very nice together! Besides I think I look cute." I ran my hand through my raven black hair, a habit of when it was longer but it was still nice. The cut wasn't anything too short, I saw this old rerun of a show I think it was called Once Upon a Time? Maybe I don't know? But one of the characters had short hair and I wanted something similar. I voiced that want, no, the need to cut my hair to Matron Agatha, she said she would schedule a hair cut if I wrote down specifically why I wanted it cut and why would it benefit me. One of the reasons was, so my hair didn't get stuck in the closed door again, that was definitely a fun day. She didn't read past the first reason before agreeing. I felt her pat my cheek.

"Oh I'm going to miss your humor child now since it's the weekend I need you to help with some chores. Mostly the ones the involve the least amount of you breaking something." She rubs my arms and I look down. I'm not that accident prone. Maybe this couple will have a nice comfy home with carpet so I won't ever fall on hard wood floors. But carpet is so boring and I cant slide with my socks.

"You're always lost in your head. Come on I will have you fold the laundry, that just finished in the machine. Then you can go have some fun, show those potential parents of yours just how special you are." I nod and run to the door ready to show case my day to the potential couple who's adopting me. I even made my bed to show I'm responsible. I can't wait to meet them, no one really looked at my file. I have a long history of medical accidents and some couples didn't want to have to deal with me. I'm basically Stuart Little at this point, pointing out the pros of all the other orphans because I'm never being adopted. Where am I walking too? I feel a tug on the back of my shirt and look to see I was about to fall down the stairs. Looking back it's another one of the older teens holding a book reading it as she pulls me back and continues down the hall. You can tell this happens a lot.