"I'm sorry Isabelle, sweetie but we want to have our own child, and In fact I'm already pregnant!"
"But, you promised me you would keep me. Even if it wasn't adoption..." I said, my eyes started to become heavy.
"I know sweetheart but we just can't anymore. We will be taking you back to the adoption center tomorrow, I'm sorry." My foster dad said.
"But do you know how hard it is to get adopted at 15? Whatever." I said as I ran into my room.
My name is Isabelle Rose. Not quite sure what my surname is, I've been a foster kid for all my life. I've lived with over 20 people.
I don't have much left of my parents, except the locket they gave me when I was born. I wear the locket.
I've lived with these foster parents for about three years, longer than I've ever lived with anyone. They where like my real parents. I could actually call this place home, but it is no longer my home, I guess it never was. I thought they loved me, and I actually had a slight hope that they would adopt me, well I was wrong. No one wants to adopt me.
Well you see, I am a bit of a trouble maker.. So I don't blame them. I live for adventure.
I've never really had any friends, I mean I've been moved around to more than 17 cities in my 15 years. I've been moved from Manchester to Yorkshire from Yorkshire to Cheshire, I've been everywhere. Tomorrow I go back to Manchester.
back to the orphanage.
Filled with lonely sad children.
Most of them with no hope.
I have to go to a new school. I've been to that school before, because I've been back to the orphanage several times in between my foster parents. But I hate starting a new school. Especially in the middle of the school year.
Even though I am a good student and I really enjoy my sports.
People don't normally like to hang out with people from the orphanage. I've been bullied teased, you name it, it's happened to me.
You may ask, if I'm a trouble maker then why do people keep taking me in.
Well of course the orphanage tells them I'm a handful, but I tend to strike everyone.
When they walk in to see me, they don't stop staring. Sometimes I feel really uncomfortable.
They stare at my perfectly straight golden, dirty blonde hair and my turquoise green eyes. I've been told many times before I have good looks, or that I remind them of someone, someone important. But I never understand what they are talking about. Sometimes they say I look like I come from a fairytale? I honestly don't know what these people are talking about...
I am pretty skinny, I love food and I eat, but I just can't seem to put on any weight at all.
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I start packing all my stuff into the suitcase my foster parents gave me. And my foster mom walks in.
"You can keep your iPhone if you want Bella,"
"What no, I was going to leave my phone. I don't think so," I said rudely.
"Isabelle..." I didn't let her continue.
"Can I pack please? Wake me up tomorrow for the drive."
She let out a sigh and nodded. And I could feel a tear roll down my rosy cheeks.
That night, I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking about what had happened to my real parents. If they had died? If they were still alive? And if they were, why did they leave me at an orphanage?
I normally start thinking about my parents when my foster parents have decided they've had enough of the trouble maker. Or they just don't want to pay for my school, or I'm too much to handle. Or just like these foster parents, they decide to have their own children.
I felt my eyes become heavy again. And small water droplets roll down my face, tracing every inch of my rosy cheeks, racing to reach my neck, and slowly die out in the middle of the race.
A/N
Hey guys, I've decided to start a new book! I hope you like the first chapter so far! If you have any questions just ask. I really hope you like this one❤️
Let me know what you think.
The cover is just for now, if I find a better one I will change it! Just wanted to release the first chapter xx
I'm not going to put out a description because I have a few ideas of what I'm going to do with the book but I still need to choose which one would be the best.
Love you all
Ayla xx
