Adopted

Chapter One

Libby's POV

I guess that fate has a hand in everything that happens. Maybe that's why my life changed so dramatically in such a short time.

I was a normal 12 year old girl. A mom and a dad, a little brother, a house in a neighborhood on a quiet little street. Life was good.

Until my parents decided to take us on a road trip. Me, my six year old brother Toby, and my parents got into our little car and drove off into the night. It was midsummer, in July. The stars were out, and it was warm. I remember Toby falling asleep, and then me dozing off.

I woke up again to screeching of tires. I screamed. My mom turned around. She was crying.

"I love you both so much! You are my life!" She yelled over the screeching. Toby and I were both crying and screaming. My dad looked back and yelled, "I love you Libby! I love you Toby!"

"Mum!!" I screamed, squeezing her hand. Toby clung to his booster seat and screamed. My dad looked so panic in the light from the headlights of the other cars.

"I love you mommy and daddy and Libby!" Toby had yelled, making us all cry harder.

"I love you mum and dad! Toby! Hold on to my hand!" I yelled before we flipped and hit a guardrail. My head hit the window and I fainted.

I woke up in a hospital bed. The beeping of the machines was absolutely annoying. A nurse walked in and smiled down at me.

"Hey there sweetie. I'm Sandy. You've been out only a day. Your brother's been asking for you."

I frowned. "What about my parents? They don't want to see me?"

She sighed and a pained expression took over her sweet look. "Kiddo...your...your parents are dead."

I remember screaming for them, having to be calmed down by Sandy. I shook as tears slid down my face. They eventually brought me my iPod from the wreckage of the car and let me listen to it. I immediately plugged in my earbuds and turned on some One Direction music. I fell asleep to the sound of Liam's voice.

A few weeks later we had gotten our belongings from my house and been shipped off to an orphanage in London. I was from London, but we'd moved to Mullingar when I was ten. It was good to be back, but not really.

I remember the nice old lady who ran the orphanage making the kids be nice to us. They'd been orphans their whole lives. Not a few weeks. She even let me plaster the wall with One Direction posters, breaking the rules.

I didn't know what to. Toby and I stuck together.

I missed my mom and dad. Bad.