Dreams and Wishes

Adopted?!

"Get out here girls! We have a family interested and I needa update your profiles. First up...Chrissy," says Miss Votral, the orphanage director. "Right here, Ma'am," says Chrissy sweetly. their interview goes something like this: "Full name?" "Christina Jayne Smit." "Age?" "16." "Birthdate?" "September 24th, 1997." "Hobbies?" "Helping around the community, hair and makeup." "Reason for being here?" "Ran away." Then, she snaps a picture of her.

That doesn't seem too bad... "Nat, you're up," she says. "Full name?" "Natalie Alexa Price." "Age?" "16." "Birthdate?" "November 15th, 1997." "Hobbies?" "Playing guitar, singing, writing, reading, and listening to music. "Reason for being here?" "Dumped on front step." I smile and she takes a picture. "Next.....Zarabeth?" she calls and I leave the room.

I walk to the common room. I sit down and turn on my favorite movie, "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles" This movie always cheers me up. I laugh as the movie plays through, and soon Mrs. Woodly joins me. This is her favorite movie as well, she showed it to me in the first place. The movie ends, and I am so tired that I fall asleep as soon as I lay down on my bed.

"Wake up orphans!" Miss Votral. I pull myself out of bed and go to my closet. I look for something presentable, in case the family comes to meet us. I don't have much, so I settle on blue pants, tan shoes, an Aeropostale long sleeve shirt, and French braided my dark brown hair.

I walk downstairs to the smell of fresh pancakes and bacon. Mrs. Woodly makes the best food, and I can't wait to eat some. I'm starving! I take a seat at the table where Mrs. Woodly and I sit. I take a pancake and three slices of bacon. I butter my pancake and take a bite. "Natalie, the family chose you. Congrats. After you're done, pack up. We're leaving at 10," I start to choke, but quickly recover. "This...is the best day of my life!" I exclaim.

"It's not gonna be Taylor Swift, ya know," sneers Chrissy. "I don't care! I'm getting freaking adopted!" I yell and run to my room. I shove my clothes and such into my bag, my guitar into its case, and kiss my room goodbye. I practically leap down the stairs and put my things by the door. I walk to the kitchen to say goodbye to Mrs. Woodly. "Bye," I whisper. She hands me a slip of paper. It has an address and phone number. "If you ever need to talk....I'm here," she says,"Bye Nat," she envelopes me in a hug and we both cry. "I'll try to write or call every day," I promise. She smiles and pats me on the back.

Miss. Votral honks the horn, I throw my stuff in the trunk, and we drive away.