Practically Daddy [COMPLETE]

Chapter 3

I was up all night watching IJ and Practically Live. I actually did feel a little bit better when Joe was staying strong about his parents' death. I guess that made me stay a little stronger also.

The orphanage workers called us for breakfast. After breakfast, Emily came downstairs with a suitcase. I guess she was leaving earlier than she planned. She put her middle finger up once she left. I guess I'll do that once I leave too.

The main worker, a perky lady named Phoebe told us to go on the couches into the "living" room. We all sat down. All the younger kids knew what was going on. Their faces lit up, but there I was, with my black clothes and beanie, with the same dark face I always have lately.

A young married couple walked in and started talking to all of us. The couple then whispered something to Phoebe and called me and the kids that were not babies out. All those kids sighed. My heart broke. I wouldn't want to be them, staying here forever. I guess they wanted to adopt a baby. They then left with stacks of paperwork and Benny, a 8 month year old. He was a cutie.

It was a Sunday. Phoebe told me that every Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. The orphanage sets up two appointments on those days so the person wanting to adopt someone can come talk to the kids, and see who they want. I know it's wrong to feel this way, but I felt like a prostitute. All I hoped was that one of these days, I will get out of this dump and have a real home.

The next day, we did the same thing. The day after, we had the same routine. That was all for this week.

One Week Later

It was Sunday again. I didn't even bother going downstairs. Why would someone want a troubled, ugly teenager living with them? So I decided to stay in my room, which had cigarettes under the bed and still smelled horrible.

I listened to the What Say You episode 50 where Sal says "I believe I might adopt." Those words were in my head for the rest of the day. It kinda gave me hope.

Phoebe found out that I skipped adoption time, and told me I will have no phone if I do this again. I yelled, "You are not my mom! You can't tell me what to do! You are the biggest bitch I've ever met! You don't even understand why I am acting like this. Fuck you, Phoebe!" With that, she was red. I can tell I was in for it. She grabbed my phone out of my hand, threw it on the ground and crushed it with her red high heels. She walked out the room with her hips shaking.

I ran downstairs and outside the door. Now I was completely done with this place. As I was running out, I bumped into a familiar guy.