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adoption day #28

Thinking back Adoption Day has never been my day. Actually it's never my day, but that's beside my point.

I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. I'm still in my pajamas even though my OCD instincts were scolding me inside my head for lying here at 12:43 in the afternoon.

Usually I'm the first one to wake up and go about doing things.

I may be an orphan but I still have a life. My life today though seems to be dead.

Adoption Day has already been going on for about two hours and it will end in a hour or so. Which means I will still have time to sneak out and go meet Liv.

Olivia Anderson or more commonly known as Liv, has been my best friend since I was twelve. We became attached when on my first day of school in this new town when she defended me because some girls picked on me for being an orphan.

We've been through a lot together but I still don't want to get up to meet her right now.

I don't like Adoption Day because it just makes miss my parents. I mean its like a reminder every month that I don't have parents and that I can find replacement parents.

I get a period every month can I replace that. No? Exactly.

"Avery!" I hear someone yell my name down the hall.

At first I think it's Jenica. And if it was Jenica my first instinct is to hide. Every time I skip an Adoption Day she comes to my room and gives me this big lecture that I eventually tune out.

Funnily enough its always the exact same lecture every time and I know it by heart. I can practically give it to myself.

I hear my name again and start to make a quick dash to my bathroom to hide. Though then I see the form of a thirteen year old girl at the foot of my bed.

I still want to attempt the bathroom escape.

If I thought Jenica was the Wicked Witch of the West when it came to lectures then that means Morgan was Satan.

Especially now when she's glaring at me.

With as much courage as I can come up with I say, "What?"

"Why is your butt not downstairs!" She demands.
"Because my butt likes it up here," I glare back.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that Avery Elizabeth!"

"Okay Morgan Nicole. I can play that game too," I challenge.

"C'mon, Avery you have to come down. You have very limited Adoption Days left." I stare down at her big brown eyes.

"Morgan no one down there is going to want me. I'm too old to be adopted." And too broken I add to myself.

"You won't know if you don't go see," she pleads.

I don't know why but I start to go get ready to go downstairs for Adoption Day. I already have my hopes down so what could possibly go wrong. Then again I should know better than to ask myself that question considering the life I've had.

"So you're going downstairs?" She yells through the bathroom door.

"What do you think?" I shout back.

"That you are," she answers back smugly while opening the door.

"Yes, I am. But if it's boring and I hate it then I'm going to meet Liv and you have to cover for me," I say.

"You at least have to stay for an hour," she reasons.

"Half an hour," I grit my teeth.

"An hour," she glares at me.
"Forty-five minutes." I push her out of the bathroom and lock the door.