I walked into the orphanage i went back into the office of shelia jones the lady who smelt like the strawberryness of my scarf....who seemed to appear in my dreams over and over those fuzzy dreams fading between dream abd memory...i walked in...my heart beating rapidaly i sat in the chair....."mrs jones".....i said unsurly....."its ms jones"she said i turned to find a face similar to mine with the same honey brown hair and emarld eyes she smiled warmly then she noticed my scarf.....she slowly got up and grabbed it from around my neck and read the stitching of it.....it read my name in tiny script letters she looked at me closly...."addanlyn how old are you"she said her voice shaking "15"i said unsure of myself...."addanlyn....i have somthing to show you" she said through shaky tears.
Little did i know my life would never be the same
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Shattered
Teen FictionAddalyn is just a girl who feels invisable ignored by everyone including here parents but when she meet the strage kid who just like her goes to "the house" to escape her misery she learns they have alot in common...and he may even have ties to her...
