Adopted By Who?

Chapter one

August 1st 2015

It's this first day of a new month but still I have no family. Nothing interesting ever happens here at this stupid foster home. Yes they feed me. And provide me with shelter but what good that when nobody loves you?

I guess I'm just complaining now. It seems like that's all I ever do. Maybe that's why everyone always sends me back. All I do is complain. I'm not even pretty or talented. I don't talk much either. I'm not very strong. I'm just the ideal child, not. And that's exactly why everyone always looks past me. It's just another day in the life of me. Just me.
-Addison

I closed the worn notebook and slipped it back under my mattress.

"ALL GIRLS BE DOWNSTAIRS LINED UP IN TEN MINUTES!" I heard Christine call from downstairs. She is the 'mother' of everyone here. She cooks she cleans and she's sweet and caring. I love that she helps us but I don't necessarily love her.

I don't want to either. I know that someday she will just leave like everyone else. I've learned not to get attached to anything. It's the easiest way to live in this world full of hate, loneliness, and abandonment.

I didn't feel the need to get ready like all the other girls to impress the people wanting to adopt. I want someone to adopt me the way that I am and not because of my nice shirt or the fact that I wore more makeup today or something like that.

I just laid back on my bed staring back at the ceiling of my room. I was in one of two beds in the room one of which is occupied my my room mate Jessica. The walls were light grey and there was a single plain light in the centre of the ceiling.

My bed was in the right corner and Jess's was in the left. There was a window in the centre of the wall behind us and there was one closet next to the door in front of our beds.

I picked up my guitar which was laying on the floor and carefully put it back in its case before sliding it under the bed. It was probably the only thing I was attached to, my dad gave it to me when I was 8 on my birthday three weeks before it happened.

I checked the clock on my bedside table, 2:36. I should head down soon. I swung my legs off the bed and trudged over the the closet. I slipped on my favourite hockey sweatshirt which was light grey and had the batman sign in the middle. I changed out of my sweatpants because Christine didn't like me dressing so lazily in front of guests.

I then put on a pair of black joggers and a pair of sneakers. I put my hair in a high pony tail so it wouldn't get knotted in the back from my hood and headed downstairs to where the girls were already lined up.

I stood at the end next to Jess who smiled at me sweetly. I desperately wanted to be friends with her but I couldn't  get attached. She was so pretty and sweet and smart and talented she was for sure going to get adopted soon. But I smiled back. Just because I didn't want become friends doesn't mean I can't be nice.

Then Felicity walked downstairs. She was wearing a dark pink fitted, very fitted, t-shirt with a low v-neck and high wasted booty shorts, gross.

"Hey Addison!" She said in her high pitched voice.

"I see you decided to come out of your bedroom! What do you do up there anyways? Cry over your dead parents who left you just like every other person that was sorry they ever adopted you in the first place?" She just laughed at her own insult with her fake laugh.

Could she be any more stereotypical? I mean seriously, just add a crop top and a gang of two girls behind her laughing at everything she says and there you have it, the typical mean girl that you see in the movies.

I don't really care what she says.

"You can't insult me if I don't value your opinion. Which I don't, therefor I don't care what you say. And it would be nice for everyone in the room if you could shut up. Thank you." I said before turning to look straight forward with no expression.

There was a knock on the door and Christine opened it. In walked a couple in there mid twenties. They walked to the girls my age and lingered over me. The man whispered something in his wife's ear and looked at me. Then they walked over to me.

"What's your name?" She asked. Wow what I creative first question. This won't last long it never does.

"I'm Addison Parks."

The man furrowed his eyebrows. "Were  you ever adopted by Darcy Mcfallon?" Oh great being reminded of another one of the people who pretended to care and sent me back.

"Yeah I was."

The couple just looked at each other and walked away. I glimpsed a look disgust on the woman's face. Thanks guys! Your really helping this 13 year old girl without a family over here with her self esteem! You must feel great about yourselves! Have a nice day!

This happens a lot. And usually it's different people. I just wish people would stop adopting me so I didn't have to go though being sent back, that is the worst feeling. You've been rejected by what it seems like was your last chance of a family. And every time they say they care and they won't abandoned you and every time they don't care and they just send me back like I was just some piece of unwanted garbage. And I feel that way a lot too.

I just want to be left alone.

I hope you like chapter one!! Im really excited about this book and I hope y'all are too! Do you like it so far?

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Byeee luv y'all!

-AJ xxx