Adopted

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-Nelly-

Im sitting on my bed, well its more like a blanket on the ground with a rock as a pillow. Its been this way for about 2 years. Im now 12 years old. I was put in the adoption center right after my parents passed . Most days i don't even want to think about it. I have no family that would take me in.

"Nelly, come down here!" Tabby, the person who takes care of us yells up the stair. I do what she says and goes down the stairs where shes at. She probably just wants me to clean.

As i walk down the stairs, i see 5 boys standing at the counter right next to tabby.

"These boys would like to adopt you, go on upstairs and grab all your things and meet me back down here, ok sweetie" she says in the most annoying voice. Shes trying to act all sweet in front of them, but she is never sweet or caring.

I stare at them and start to tear up. I miss my mom and my dad. I cant have another dad and mom. I just cant. I'd rather just stay here and die.

"NO! You can't make me!" I yell, trying to run away.

"Nelly! Get back here you worthless brat!" Tabby yelled back at me, grabbing my waist. She turns me around so I'm looking at her. It didn't really hurt anymore when she would call me names, she always did.

"You are leaving this place, no matter how much you want to stay" she hissed at me.

I got out of her grip and ran up the stairs. I heard footsteps behind me so i picked up my pace. I found my room and ran into it. I slammed the door and locked it. I slid down the door and sobbed into my knees. I heard pounding on my door and yelling from tabby to get out. She said some colorful words that I'd rather not say.

After 5 minutes of the pounding and yelling, i gave up. I went to my blanket and grabbed everything i owned. I had a bear stuffed animal that had a heart in its hand that said "i love you baby" on it. My parents got me that right before they passed away. I went and grabbed my bag that had some clothes in it. I made sure i still had my charm bracelet my mother gave me for my 6th birthday. I looked at my wrist and smiled. It made me feel like she is still here with me.

I opened the door, and saw tabby right in my doorway looking more than just angry, with the five boys standing right behind her with guilty faces. I gave them a fake smile. They smiled back. My eyes were probably still red and puffy. They boys instantly knew i was crying because the blonde one pushed past tabby and gave me a hug. He picked me up and put me on his hip. My dad always did that to me. I put my head in the crook of his neck and yawned. I was tired. Right after the boys noticed.

"How about we get you home and you can sleep" the curly head one said. I just nodded. He bent down and grabbed my bag and my stuffed animal. The blonde one carried me to the car. It was a cool car. It was a range rover, and black.

There wasn't enough room in the car so i had to sit on the curly headed boys lap. I haven't gotten their names yet. I put my head in his chest and felt my eye lids drooping.

"It's alright love, you can go to sleep, iv got you" and that was the last thing i heard before the darkness took over.

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I woke up on a bed. My old one was nothing compared to this one. I opened my eyes and saw another pair of blue eyes staring into mine. I screamed and hid under my blanket.

"Shh, its ok nelly-belly, its just me Louis" he tried to calm me down.

"I don't know a Louis!" I yelled/whispered.

"Look at me" he said calmly. I did as he said, i didnt want to be yelled at like tabby always did. I lifted the blanket off of my face, still holding it for dear life. When i saw him, he was looking at me straight in the eyes. I recognized him. He was one of the boys who adopted me.

"See, I'm not going to hurt you" he said pulling me into a hug. I flinched but hugged him back. He smelled good. Almost like daddy. He lifted the blanket off of me an picked me up. He did the same thing as the blonde one. He walked down the hall and took me down stairs into the kitchen. Everyone was sitting at the table. There was a stack of pancakes in the middle. Each boy had about 2 pancakes on his plate but one. The blonde one. He had about 5 pancakes. How does he eat that much?

Louis set me in one of the chairs and put a pancake on my plate. It looked good. I took a bite. They were all staring at me. It made me uncomfortable. I toke another bite, then another. I was halfway through my pancake and i felt sick. I have never eaten this much before. I pushed the plate away from me.

"Are you done?" Louis asked me. I nodded. The blonde one had his jaw dropped with wide eyes. I just looked down at my lap.

"It's ok sweetie, you don't have to eat it all." the one with brown eyes and shaggy brown hair said. I really need to learn all of their names. They all know mine, so i should know theirs.