-_Adopted Love_-

Getting Ready

“Mommy just is getting too sick to take care of you. Your gonna live here till mommy gets better.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't want my mom and dad to leave me with some strangers. I didn't want to live with a bunch of different kids.

“We will come back when I am better.” my mother, Tracy, said.

“I love you princess.” My father, Jared, said.

He gave me a hug, grabbed my mom's hand and walked away. I ran to the window and waved through it. I slowly watched as our car pulled out the drive way and disappeared.

I jolted up in my bed, sweat dripping down my face and tears trying to fall from my eyes. That was six years ago. Lies, all they did was feed me lies. I was now sixteen and they hadn't come back, they never would. They dropped me off at an orphanage and were never coming back. I wasn't good enough to be their daughter, I wasn't good enough for them to protect me, I was nothing to them. I turned to look at my clock and saw that it read 5:15. Everyone else would be waking up around 6:00. I wasn't really tired, might as well get the morning chores done early. I got up, grabbed some clothes and a towel, and headed to the showers. Inside the bathroom, I turned the light on, which burned my eyes, and turned the shower on. I stripped and stepped in. Grabbing the shampoo that all the girls used, I washed my hair. Then I grabbed the body wash and scrubbed hard, trying to erase the memories of the past, yet trying not to acknowledge that that was what I was trying to do. Once done, I turned the water off and stepped out, dried off, and got dressed. I pulled on some dark blue skinny jeans, a white long sleeved shirt that said Aeropostale on the front and down the arm in navy blue, with my black&white chucks. I blow dried my shoulder length brown hair so it looked nice and shiny. That was the nice thing about waking up early, I didn't have to wait for all the other girls to finish and hear them bitch about who should get what first. Once done, I brushed my teeth and straightened up the bathroom. I didn't do make-up, I was more of a tomboy, having grown up when I was little with an older brother. Plus, my skin was a beautiful natural tan, no reason for make-up. Once done getting ready for the day, I headed down to the kitchen. I emptied the dish-washer, re-loaded it, and cleaned the counters. Then I headed to the cupboards to get the cereal, bowls, and spoons set out. Being one of the oldest at the orphanage meant helping around the place. Not that I minded, it gave me something to do. By the time I finished, I could hear the workers moving around the house and waking some of the older kids. I decided to get my breakfast before anybody else came in. I grabbed an orange, peeled it, and pulled all the slices apart. I sat eating quietly for awhile when all the sudden a hand popped down and stole one of my orange slices. “Hey!”

“Good morning to you too Ana.”

I turned to see my best friend Matt casually leaning against the counter with MY orange slice in his mouth. Matt was sixteen as well. I met him when he was thirteen. His parents died and he had no relatives around to take him in so he came to the orphanage. Matt was taller then me, had white skin, curly brown hair, and big brown eyes. Matt was a very outgoing person. He loved people and working with the little kids. Once he got adopted, he was gonna come back and volunteer at the orphanage. That's right, Matt was in the process of getting adopted. Matt met his family around 5 months ago and he loved them. His parents, Nate and Samantha, were really nice. They had three other kids, all their own. There was the twins, Alex and Kate. They were both 15 and super funny. Then there was their older son Nick who was 20. Matt loved him and couldn't wait to have an older brother.

“Go get your own food Matt!” I sassed towards him.

“And here I thought you would be happy to see me” Matt responded while acting like a white girl with a huge attitude. He shook his head and held up his finger circling it in a 'o no you didn't' kind of motion. I giggled while swatting his hand and rolling my eyes.

“Such a drama queen.” I replied.

“Ana, Matt!!! Come here!”

“Coming! That would Judy.” Matt said.

Judy was kinda the lead worker at the orphanage. She was in her mid-sixties and used to own a daycare before her husband passed away and she came to work here. All the kids adored her and she was the best for the job. She probably wanted us to wake up the kids and help them get ready for school. Matt and I looked at each other, stood up and made our way to find Judy.

Hey everyone....This is my first story that I have written in a really long time, so I'm sorry if it sucks. Feedback and ideas are always welcome(and are helpful:) Picture of Aiyana on the side.