A few days after Mrs. Asher came by, she came again. She probably found some cheerful little girl to adopt, good for her! Not some 15 year old, sad teen like me. I smile to myself, knowing no ones gonna take me. I'll be alone forever if I have to. Mrs. Asher walks towards me and smiles. I wave and ask:
"So are you adopting someone today, who is it?" I ask, truly curious, just glad it isn't me.
"Well, actually...I really liked you, Mallory. I'm going to adopt you!" She says happily. My mouth drops open in shock and I try to get words out, but I can't. "Listen, I know this might be strange-"
"This is more than strange! This is a whole new group of people that I'm a complete stranger to! I was literally here for a month only! How am I going to-"
"Mallory-"
"Don't 'Mallory' me. Do you really think it's that easy to get over your parents being murdered?" I ask, nearly growling at her. There's a silence between us.
"Honey, I know, but I really think it's for the best," she replies, looking into my eyes. I want to tell her not to call me 'honey' or that her words make no sense, but I know she's not going to change her mind. I let her drag me to the desk and to her car. I let her drive me to her house.
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Instead of a song section, I have a note...I'm sorry if I get some facts wrong about the adoption system or anything to that matter. I do not want to offend anyone in any way. Thank you!
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Dancing in the Rain
Teen FictionMal's life is a disaster. Her full name, Mallory, even means bad luck. When tragedy strikes, she feels like she'll never be fixed again. She will have to learn to let people in her life, to let go, and to dance in the rain. I will be using song lyri...
