Mutely Adopted

01-The Beginning

Ever feel like you never get enough sleep? Thats exactly how I felt this morning when I heard that stupid alarm telling me I was late for breakfast.

I rolled myself out of bed and pulled a brush through my long blonde hair and put it into a ponytail, do my makeup, and popped my contacts into my blue eyes. I put my black skinny jeans on and one of my old Blink-182 long sleeves on to cover up. Along with my classic Converse sneakers glancing in the mirror as always before I leave and begin the trip to the orphanages dining area.

Just as I'm about to turn the corner I hear the irritable sound of Mrs Peters scratchy voice.

"Lets go Taylor!" She shouts sounding like nails on a chalk board.

I come around the corner "if you weren't so lazy maybe you would be on time once in awhile" she states.

I sit in my chair in the corner of the room, alone and separated from the others the way I like it, to eat the glue that our cook likes to call breakfast.

Mrs Peters likes to bug me and make fun of me, pick on me, and try and upset me because I refuse to react or talk to her. As much as she makes me want to bash my head off one of the many cement walls in this place, I could really care less what she has to say she should have learned by now that i wont say anything. Its been 9 years since I have spoken a peep and I don't plan on going back anytime soon never mind for a disrespectful witch like her.

I have been praying night and day to get out of this hole and I will never look back when I do.

However, 15 year olds aren't exactly the golden pick of the litter let alone a 15 year old that has trust issues, wont let anyone touch her and is more emotionally disconnected then most, not to mention that I don't speak.

Most perspective parents are looking for one of the happy little new borns who have no clue what is even happening or maybe a 7 year old. Most kids get out before their 7th birthday so I basically missed the boat on that one. I have had a couple of people try to adopt me but they always gave up and brought me back so fast it would make my head spin. Ill probably be 18 before I leave.

When I finish my breakfast I bring my dishes to the kitchen go back upstairs to my room to grab my headphones so I can start my chores.

As I'm sweeping the floor I back up into the queen of the rats in this place, Nicole.

"Hey watch where your going, you might not talk but your sure as hell not blind although you would have to be not to realize how much of a fat cow you are" she snarls and pushes me away from her

"Whats the problem dirtbags?" Mrs Peters asks

"Im just trying to do a good job with my chores when Taylor over here backed into me on purpose to try and make me fall Mrs Peters" she responses and I roll my eyes internally.

"Shes just being useless as always Nicole. You could learn a thing or two from her Taylor, maybe like how to be normal but anyway your dismissed to your cave now go before I change my mind"

I lock the door as usual. Once again my eyes absorb the look of the faded blue wallpaper lightly exposing the generic and once vibrant blue roses that covered the trim. Peeling from the drywall because its been there so long. My posters of various artists and bands that I had collected over the years strung up. My clothes scattered across the hardwood floor that looked like if you stepped on the wrong board you could fall right through.

The condition of this building would definitely get this place closed. Most of the kids that are here have to share a room with one or more other kids but I get my own because nobody will room with me. Which is more then fine with me.