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Cece
I sighed as a tugged on a gray sweater, I always had sweaters on even in the summer. I felt cold every second of the day, I knew something wasn't right about me. I hated myself.
" Cece! It's adoption time. " Abigail the leader of the foster home called. She was nice, I hated her.
I didn't hate her because she was so perky, I hated her because tried to be my mother. She was nothing like me. I wanted to be alone. That's how it's always been, just me. No one else.
" Okay. " I called back. I slid out of my bed and walked out of the room. Before I forget, I'm Cece Evans. I'm fourteen and I like, sleeping, being alone and I'm currently married to my bed.
I walked down the steps and sat on the couch. A little 10 year old with snot on their nose sat by me. With a disgusted look on my face I moved over so I was leaning on the arm of the couch.
I pulled the sleeves of my sweater to cover my hands as they became cold. " Since you are looking for a 13 and up this is Cecilia Evans. She's a little quite. " Abigail said.
I rolled my eyes and looked up at here she was standing. Beside her were three guys. One was tan, tall and we'll built. The other looked like Justin Bieber. Then lastly one was like the first, tall, tan, well built but bushy eyebrows.
" Hi. " The first one said.
" Hey " I said back. We kept eye contact until Bieber spoke up.
" I want this one Cam. " He said.
" Cecilia can we ask you some questions? " Eyebrows asked.
" Sure " I answered and stood up, adjusting my sweater.
I followed the three into the ' questioning room '. I sat down across from them and looked down at my hands.
I looked back up and saw them staring. " You know, its rude to stare. " I spoke. They all looked down, Bieber chuckled.
" You know we could be related. " He said.
" But we aren't. "
" We could be. " I laughed in defeat.
" Fine. We could be. But we aren't. " I mumbled the last part.
" I think I made my decision.. Cecelia were adopting you. " The one who looked like eyebrows said.
" Okay cool. But who are you? " I asked.
" I'm Jack. " Eyebrows - I mean Jack - said.
" I'm Cameron. "
" And I'm Matthew. " Bieber said.
" Okay, by the way call me Cece. I don't like my name. " I told them. Jack nodded.
" I'll go get Abigail. " Cameron said and got up.
I wonder what happened to the questions....
Cameron soon came back with Abigail. I scrunched up my nose once the smell of dirty diapers filled my nose. Tommy was a one year old.
