Adopted by One Direction

Leaving The Orphanage

I'm Passion and I'm twelve with a birthday in the lonely month of December. I was orphaned just a few months ago when my parents died in a car crash. I got over it pretty quickly - they were never good to me anyway. They used to treat me the same way people would treat their pet goldfish. Sure I got a roof over my head, food and education.

But never was there any love, affection or any sign that they actually wanted me. I was like a goldfish that they fed just to keep me alive, and they kept me alive only because they had no other choice. That was all when I was younger when things looked bright. 

When I turned 7, they would start hitting me for no reason, throwing abusive words at me just because they felt like it. It got worse over the years. It wasn't a happy life, but like my name, I had a passion for living. I just grit my teeth and carried on with my life. The orphanage seemed like it would be a good chance for me. 

But no. Just like in any other novel, Kids in orphanages were mean. I never got along with anyone. I was too ugly, too quiet, too smart. They would hurt me. Waking up in the orphanage every morning made me feel scared, alone, and depressed to the bottom of my heart. I wanted to leave. Never in my dreams have I considered being adopted. I mean, who would want me? Nobody would want an extra mouth to feed. That is, until now.

I heard from the other kids a couple of weeks back people would be coming to take a look and hopefully adopt. We were all told to dress in our most decent- looking for clothes and look smart for the visitors, but I didn't bother. I would never get chosen anyway.

For some glaringly non-existent reason, I was called to the office after lunch. There I was instructed to go pack my bags. I was getting adopted, they told me, so get ready. That was it -there wasn't even an interview or anything to let me make sure I wasn't dreaming. I packed all my possessions into a backpack and headed back down to sit a line of chairs outside the office. I was told to sit and wait so I waited. And waited. And waited. And got myself a drink of water. And waited some more. 

All that time,  I had thoughts chasing around each other in my head. Who in their right minds would want to adopt me? An ordinary family with a friendly, tongue-wagging dog? An elderly lady who needed a youthful company? A creepy, middle-aged drunkard who wanted to adopt me for no reason other than to abuse me? I shivered, sincerely praying that it was not the case. But my imagination was running wild, until being taken out of this hell of an orphanage even felt like a nightmare itself.

There was still the ultimate question. Why was I chosen, out of a hundred other kids? No one had ever come for an interview or even for a glance at me. Now that we had come to it—was this just some sort of despicable practical joke? Was nobody going to adopt me at all? Why was nobody coming? There was nothing except for me and my tornado of thoughts, spinning, waiting, waiting, waiting...

As if designed just to break into my thoughts, the door swung open. It was the lady from the office. 

Come in, she said They're here. 

I jumped out of my chair as if there was a ticking time bomb underneath it. I rushed inside the room, too eager and aphrenrsive to allow myself to think properly. Then I tripped over my very own feet. 

5 teenage boys ??? Even this was beyond my vivid imagination. 

I saw a boy with blonde hair and intense blue eyes, sitting down on the only chair in the teeny tiny office. A boy with a mass of brown curls sat on the arm of the chair. Another messy-haired brunette was leaning against the wall while talking to yet another brown-haired guy, and a boy with a black quiff was staring at me as I ran, correction tripped into the office. Whoa, I mentally hit myself, way to make a good first impression, Pash.

"Passion, meet Niall, Harry, Louis, Liam and Zayn." The office lady said, pointing to each of the boys in turn. "They're going to be your family now." The guys waved at me and smiled, warming my heart just from that rare little act. They seemed quite friendly and were certainly a vast improvement from the orphanage, but they would be more like my brothers than parents, wouldn't they? I mean, they couldn't be much older than twenty.

I was still lost in my thought-forest when the office lady cleared her throat loudly. I grimaced, wondering if anyone would offer her a cough drop just because the extremity of that cough was alarming.

"If the five of you could just sign at the bottom of this page, you can be off." She said, sounding like she is more than ready for me to exit the orphanage. The five boys did as she said with a little discussion between themselves, all glancing at me multiple times before signing their names in. In no time at all, we were already in a cosy black convertible, whizzing through the streets. I leaned back in my seat and smiled contently. 

I hadn't even had a conversation with my newly-found brothers-slash-parents yet, but I knew that the life I would be leading from now on would be unusual, no doubt. The state of mind I was in as I settled down into my car seat was relieved. I had no idea who these boys were, but they had saved me from the torment of the orphanage and that was a good enough reason for me to like them.

They gave me a sense of comfort, which was strange to me, and my brain had really quite processed that yet. All I knew was that these five boys had adopted me now—I finally had a family again. With that thought in my mind, I closed my eyes and fell peacefully asleep.

that is what passion looks like at the top.