The monotonous voice came onto the intercom, telling everyone to get up out of bed for breakfast. I slipped on some old socks and a tattered jumper, before walking down the corridor into the cafeteria. Upon entering the brightly-lit space, I noticed the watery, mashed-up food. "Ugh, gross..." I thought to myself. I never really eat, and I wasn't hungry anyway.
I turned around and went back to my room, stopping in the bathroom along the way. I looked at my eye, black and bruised from the previous night. It was sensitive and sore to touch. "Good look" I mumbled to myself. There just so happened to be a stick of concealer sitting beside the sink, so I picked it up and began to apply it to the bruise. It took a while, but eventually I covered it up enough for it to be almost completely unnoticeable.
I returned to my bedroom and sat down at my tiny wooden desk, picking up the pencil that was sitting on top of it. I began to scrawl in my notebook, writing the words "Hope is the only thing stronger than fear." I loved this quote, despite the fact that I'd lost all hope of having a real family a long time ago. The monotonous voice made its return, saying that there was a family here who was looking to adopt. I figured there was no chance of anyone wanting me, so I stayed where I was. But five or so minutes later, Mrs Brackett entered the room.
"Come here, immediately." she commanded.
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PTX Adoption (#PTXtoNZ)
FanfictionI lay on my bed, thinking about my life and they way everything turned out. I remembered that one night, where everything changed, and now, I'm stuck here.
