A few years went by easy. I made friends some good, some bad. 'my group' as we called it then was Suzie, Fran, Lola and Esme. They were good friends most of the time but i always had Lily and i had made friends with Tess. She was so lovely i couldnt belive that Suzie didnt like her just because me and her were close. Lily was always there for me no matter what and i was always there for her to but sometimes a good thing has to come an end.
Everyone had always knew i was adopted and they knew it didnt bother me that i was but what did bother me was the fact they thought they could take the piss out of me for it and say horrible things.
"baby on the doorstep", " your house is just a hotel", "your mum and dad didnt want you", "you remind me of the football player Foster". Hearing them call me these broke my heart and all i wanted to scream was "they did want me, they did". No one understood what i was going though, no one understood what i felt. Tess didnt know what i was going through but she understood what it felt like to be picked on and she helped me alot. Tess was a lovely girl and i knew that we would be friends for a long time.
