1DS ADOPTED SISTER

EPILOGUE

Hi my name is Isabella i am 13 years old and live in an orphanage. I am the oldest and have experienced the worst. One night when i was about 5 my dad had went out with his friends and my mom stayed home with me. He came home really drunk and totally out of his mind. When i was sleeping he started abusing my mother. The next night he came home drunk and started kicking me on the ground and punching me and screaming at me to get up, it was scary. My mom was killed by him a couple days after so i had no one. One night i calked 911 but my dad came in unexpectedly, threw the phone out of my hands and slapped me across the face then kicked me on to the floor saying "worthless child". Then he started smoking and he would burn them out on my arms and legs. One day when i was eight i decided to try and call the police again, i successfully did so and when he got home he was arrested and now i am here at the orphanage waiting to be adopted.

BTW MOST OF THIS STORY WILL BE TOLD IN THE 1st PERSON, WHEN IT IS TOLD BY SOMEONE ELSE IT WILL BE ENTITLED! ENJOY THE STORY!!!

ISABELLA'S P.O.V

I was woken up by "mommy" or Diane but she made us call her mom because it made the little kids more comfortable with a "mommy" around. " Bella wake up if you want hot breakfast" i groaned and told her i wasnt hungry. I was really never hungry very often only when i was desperate for food. At about 12:00 i got dressed and went down the ever so familiar steps. Diane was down there coloring with the younger kids, "Izzy izzy!" They all screamed and ran to my legs and hugged me, they loved me very much and i liked that!