Adopted. Yay! I think. (Team Crafted Fanfic)

Breakfast before Adoptions (food :D)

I sighed peacefully as I finished changing. That shower felt so good, the rhythmic pattern of the warm water loosening up the tension in my bones and muscles. My cuts stopped bleeding, thankfully, and I could always just use my hoodie to hide it.

I put in our uniform. Yeah. How lame. We have uniforms.

A gray hoodie, with a black jacket, black trousers, and white shoes, with gray socks. We're uniformed down to the socks. Well, it's all that we own, so I respect it.

My hair was really messy, but after a few painstaking minutes with a brush, I got it sorted out. Who knew that hair could brake wooden brushes? With my luck, I can!

I sprinted down the halls quickly, thanks to my long legs. It makes it easier to escape Lady-Snape's.

I burst into the cafeteria, and hurried in line behind Mitch, who saved a spot for me.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked as we shuffled forward in line.

"A bigger breakfast than usual!" He replied.

My eyes took on a curious glint. No one comes between me and food. I'm a bottomless pit but I don't gain weight. Score!

"How much food?" I asked almost evilly as the line gradually diminished.

"A whole criossant and cup milk!" He exclaimed in excitement, watching the other children eat. I gaped.

"What!" The lunch lady glared at me, and I realized that I could get my food now!

Me and Mitch hurried away, with me eating half of Mitch's criossant. The poor boy is anorexic, I swear. He can only eat three bites of food without throwing food back up. Naturally, as the scavenger, I eat it.

I found Ray and James (probably were the first ones in line. They love food like I love food) sitting in the back corner. We all ate breakfast on the floor. Super hygienic! We had to pick our way through hundreds of kids before I reached our awaiting friends.

"Huge breakfast! Ray ate his, the greedy pig!" James joked while the fire mentioned brunet gave an indiginant huff, his coffee brown eyes betraying his amusement however. Me and Mitch sat down.

We talked and laughed as Mitch nibbled on his criossant and I scarfed mine down, and drank my milk. Poor Mitch was lactose intolerant, so he couldn't drink the milk, but I snuck him some water, a few minutes later, so he drank water as the rest of us greedy pigs split his milk.

"ALL CHILDREN BETWEEN THE AGES OF ELEVEN AND FOURTEEN GET OVER HERE!" Ms. Wornshine screeched. Yup. That's Lady-Snape's name. Single. I wonder why...

I was twelve, so I qualified. James was thirteen, Mitch was twelve, and Ray was eleven, so we fit requirements. Along with ten other kids, made our way to the Meeting Room. I hoped I didn't die by the Lady-Snape's wrinkly hands if I misbehaved again. People who misbehaved, got killed. Literarily, got killed. I evaded death so far, but I knew I was on the borderline.

I hope I wouldn't push that one last button. Was my final thought as we lined up, waiting for adopters. Please let me live.