Adopted by Mahogany Lox

Big Day

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" Nicole come on it's Adoption Day." I heard. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It's Adoption day!!! I pushed the covers off of me letting the cold air hit my legs. This could be the day I finally get adopted. A smile plastered across my face. I grabbed my dirty clothes (which wasn't very much) and went into the washroom. The rest of the boys and girls were already washing there things. I went to one of the sinks and turned the water on and started washing my shirts to my pants. The smile stuck the whole time I was washing. 

In the middle of me washing my pair of underwear I was grabbed and turned around. 

"Listen here ms positive. I don't know why you are smiling so much. You'll never get adopted. Just like all the other Adoption days. They skip right over your file. This will be my day to be adopted. Not yours." Clair said. She was that second oldest and the first meanest. I wanted to cry but Ms. Cantler told us to never let anyone bring you down. We know it hurts but we can always get past it. I'm not a baby anymore I'm 7.

" Clair shut up and leave her alone. She's a good little girl. And maybe today is her lucky day. Now how about you go and finish washing your clothes and stop being such a butt head. She's got to be the most positive one out of all of us." Samantha came over and said. Clair rolled her eyes and went back over to her washing spot. Yea

" Thank you Samantha." I said. She bent down to my size. 

" No problem kid. If you do get adopted don't forget my goodbye hug." She told me. I nodded. She gave a weak smile.

" I won't and I'm sure this will be you lucky day." I said positive.  

" I hope it is too." Sam said before standing back up. I smiled again and turned around finishing my laundry. After I was done I went out onto the balcony deck and hung my clothes on the string with clothes pins. I then ran back to my room but was stopped by Clair. She stuck her leg out and tripped me. I fell forward and skid my knee.

" Stop running in the house, you know the rules." She said. I got up and wiped myself off. When I got to my knee I saw blood dripping down my leg.

" Ow." I winced. I didn't look at her. I just limped to my room. It burned bad. I shut the door behind me and went to look for my emergency band-aids. When found them I sat on the floor. I opened one and tried to put it on. But there was too much blood. 

" Ow!" I cried. Then there was a knock on the door. I sniffled and let out a small 'come in'.  The door opened and Clair's head popped through. Her face was soft and she looked less mean. She came over to me and sat down. She had a bottle of Peroxide (which I hate) and a wet rag.

" I'm sorry Nicole." She said softly. She sounded like she was about to cry. I didn't say anything I just watched as she took control. She grabbed the bottom of my leg carefully. " I'm gonna bend your knee, tell me if and when it hurts ok" She says. I nod. She pushed the back of my knee up. Once it was almost all the way bent it started to hurt.

" Ow, that hurt." I winced. She stopped and apologized. 

" Now, I know you hate peroxide but it will help it get better ok." She told me. I nodded. She stood up and grabbed Charlie from off my bed and handed him to me. I held him. She then grabbed the Peroxide spray bottle and sprayed it on my knee. 

" Ow!" I cried out a bit loudly and squeezed Charlie. She then set it down and let it work. I closed by eyes not wanting to see the bubbling mess. 

" Alright," She started. I opened by eyes. The peroxide started to go away but it still stung. She wiped around my owie with the rag. It slowly started to fell better. 

" Better?" She asked. I nodded. She weakly nodded and looked at her hands.

" Why are you always mean?" I busted out. 

" I don't mean to... I just... I wanna be happy like you. Every Adoption Day your always so positive about getting adopted. Even when you don't get adopted your still so hopeful. No one wants a dumb 11 year old. Everyone goes for the kids." She told me. 

" Your not dumb, and i'm not always happy." I said. She looked at me. " I get sad and cry sometimes before I got to bed. You've met your parents before. Mine left me on the doorstep here when I was just a little baby." I told her. 

" I'm sorry for being me to you and I didn't mean to hurt your knees. Let me help you put the band-aids on." She said and grabbed some then started opening and placing them on my knee. 

"Thank you Clair." I told her. She wasn't always mean to me. This started 4 Adoption Days ago. We have them every week. She's been here since she was 5. I've been here longer than her. When I was 5, I remember the 9 year old's would mess with her. She used to read me to sleep too. When your a baby here in the orphanage there would always be an older person that would always be with you and help you. My help had always been Samantha, but when Samantha got sick or too tired Clair would come in and either sing me to sleep or read to me till I did.  

" Your welcome, Nicole." She told me giving me a warm smile. 

" And your gonna get adopted." I told me. She smiled more. Samantha started to get sadder every Adoption Day. She would cry,  skip dinner, and just be mean to people. I never knew why. But now I know.

" Nicole! Nicole! People are arriving." My friend Marianne said coming into my room. My eyes lit up. I got up and held my hand out for Samantha. She looked up at me and took my hand.