Like Father, Like Adopted Daughter... {Adopted By Mithzan, DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 5

Emily's P.O.V

It's been a week since Peyton left. Me and Grace had gotten closer and closer each day. I yawned, and half-heartedly got up and climbed down, and out of my bed. Grace was still sleeping. This place was still hell, and the longer I stay here the more angrier I got. I sighed angrily, and put a hand on my head. 'Morning headache... Thanks life.' I made my way to the bathroom and brushed my hair in silence. I heard the bed creak, and I knew Grace had woken up. She was always happy, and always telling me that I should tell myself it's going to be a good day when I first wake up. I tried this once, and I ended up with a bloody nose when I fell down in the cafeteria, and got multiple splinters. "Good morning, Emily!" She said in her cheery voice, her spark of happiness never leaving her hazel gaze. "Morning.." I mumbled, and passed her the hairbrush. She frowned. "Why are you always so grumpy?" She asked, sounding a bit angry. "Why are you always so happy?" I asked and she growled and took the brush away from her hair. "You should be thankful that you're not outside in the cold and on the streets, you're lucky that you have warmth and a roof over your head!" I scoffed. "I think I'd rather be outside. This place is hell, and I don't like it." She huffed, and her frown never faltered. "You have no right to be angry all the time! Like I said before, you're lucky. You should be grateful that you were brought here and not left wherever you came from!" I growled and looked her in the eyes. "I never asked to be brought here! I didn't ask for this, and I definitely do not feel lucky! I'm tired of your 'always be happy' bullshit!" Her hazel gaze faltered, and she glanced away. I moved past her and out of the door, and out into the hall to the cafeteria. I waited in line patiently, and I finally got my 'breakfast' and sat down at an empty table. I didn't see Grace. I continued to eat, and I glanced up occasionally. "Grace Keeland, Please report to the headmasters office." I stopped eating. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance, already knowing what was going to happen to Grace. I shook my head. 'Well, what did i think was going to happen? You can never have anything nice in hell..' I grabbed my tray and threw away the remains in the trash can near by, and put the tray back on the counter. I had lost my appetite, but i didn't care. I wasn't going to let Grace leave with her angry at me. As I was heading towards the room we shared, I could hear footsteps going up north. I swerved away from the door and began to sprint down the hallway. I could see her outline and her brown hair as I got closer, I put a hand on her shoulder, and she stopped. She whipped around quickly, and I could see the anger in her eyes. "Do you really wanna know why I'm always happy? It's to somewhat block the reality that our parents are dead or they left us. We're just children, we need to be happy." She hissed. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and hugged her tightly. "Sorry.." I mumbled, and pulled away. She looked suprised. She glanced away. "S-Sorry, but it's true, y'know? Be happy," She placed a hand on my shoulder. "So you can, be happy." She chuckled at her choice of words, and I did as well. "I really hope someone will choose to adopt you, you can't live here forever." Grace said, and she gave me a look of pity. "I hope that too, but when it happens it happens." I grinned, and she ruffled my hair a little. "See ya, Emily." She hugged me. "Bye, Grace." I hugged back. She hesitantly pulled away, and with one last look, she continued to walk down the hallway towards the headmasters office.