But that all changed at the interview. A lady came into the care home named Jill. She had long brown hair in a pony tail, green eyes and was wearing black skinny jeans with a blue top. She seemed nice. I might have a chance of finally being adopted. I overheard heard her talking to Tom the manager. ' I'm not really her her for myself you see I'm adopting for a group of 5 who would like a new room mate hopefully around the age of 15 - 17'. Then I thought that could be me. I put on my only pair a blue jeans without a rip with a white shirt and a black jacket. I headed down stairs to talk to her along with everyone else around my age. Untill I walked into charlotte. She was a absolute diva a complete bitch.She punched me straight round the face. I grabbed the nearest chair BOOM she was out cold. Great and Jill just saw. There goes my chances. Unfortunately I still have to be questioned.
" could I have Violet Wild please" Mr Tom said into the loud speakers. I stood up and walked towards the office all eyes glaring at me full of hatred. I walked in there it was a lot quicker than I thought I was out in ten minutes.
