"Her name is Alexa Martell." said the lady who takes care of us "orphans".
Her name is Miranda. She's from my home town in London.Were in a place in Scotland now.
"We'll take her!" My new adoptive parents shouted with glee.
"Uhm, excuse me but I'm not just a pet to take home. I'm a young adult, and I would consider if you two let me think about it before you take me anywhere." I said to them in the politest way I could.
I stood from the uncomfortable chair and walked out the room.
It made no sense how they treated us as if we were pups or kittens for sale. We are people not animals.
We..... I deserve respect. I am the one who saw my parents die right in front of me.
I walked down the narrow hallway the one that led to the stairs. I climbed the rickety old steps and ran the rest of the way to my room.
I burst threw the door and shut it loudly.
"How was it? Did they like you?" A red headed girl asked me. Also known as my room mate.
"Of course they didn't like you.YOU FREAK!!!!!!" She bursted out laughing.
"Leave me alone, Stephanie!" I yelled
I opened the door and ran to my new foster parents.
"Alexa did you change your mind about us taking you already." the lady asked.
"Yes ma'am." I said "I'm ready."
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I finished packing up the rest of my stuff.
Mr.Boyriguard told me a few things about him and his wife his first name is Raphael
And his wife is from America.Her name is Crensy.
They have two kids already one named Max (who is in high school).and Ruby (8th grade middle school.)
"Alexa if you want you can call us Mother and Father when your ready, ok sweety?"
"Ok, Mr.Boyriguard." I said
We arrived at my new home.A two story house in the middle of nowhere.
Before I entered I knew it was going to be a bad to live here.
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Cry's From The Dolls
TerrorAlexa is an outsider.No friends.No family except her Grandmother Agi who is no use to her since she's been in a coma for nearly a year. That all changed when she bought a sweet little doll named Maralyn.
