Adopted by Leon kuwata ⚾️ (Under construction)

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Contains some swearing

"Should I have run away?" I asked myself dragging my heavy backpack. "Well if I didn't
I'm sure I wouldn't have wound up here." I started to walk passed tons of rooms looking for my own. I came across to it. "316" I repeated in my head as I walked in, looking around.

First thing came into sight was two beds and a dresser. 'Not much' I thought to myself as I walked around the room a bit more. The window was in the middle, the dresser being under it. I choose the right bed. I opened my backpack I packed before I left, And grabbed my phone.

"Shit" I cursed out loud. "They cut my data off."

"Are you talking to yourself?" A tall man with black hair and blue eyes questioned me.

"Um and you are?"

"Just a staff here, So your Danielle Sanfrica."

"Yea," I started, he was friendly looking but seemed edgy to me. "Why?" I looked up at him.

"Well since your new I was told to tell you the rules here," closing my eyes, I crossed my legs over my bed. "Go ahead, I'm listening." I mumbled loud enough for him to hear me, he cleared his throat and began to explain the rules, I didn't pay any attention to him though. I go by rules anymore. He finished up and asked if I had any questions. "Yea, who the hell is my roommate?" He glanced at me. "I'm not sure, but I'm sure you'll have one" he said looking at me softly with his light blue eyes.

As He started to leave I began drifting off to sleep. That was until the door slammed open and a girl with brown hair like mine walked in. She hovered over me, and smiled warmly. "Hi I'm amber, Nice to meet you!" She smiled showing her slightly yellow teeth. "Nice to meet ya' too I guess." I didn't make eye contact with her. She put her bag down and opened it, taking out clothes and putting it in the dresser. I closed my eyes again as she did her thing. "Hey so let's go grab lunch, yea?" She didn't seem nervous at all which was weird for someone new here.

"Um ok? What time" I looked up at her.

"Now!" I suddenly felt myself up on my feet and being dragged towards the door way. I glanced up at her, getting a good glimpse of her face. She had curly brown hair that cascade down to her hips, big glossy greenish blue eyes and the pale skin. But I was of course different I was some what fair skinned with small Hazel eyes and short dark brown hair.

We both walk out looking for a cafeteria of some sort. We sat down together when we found it and started chatting about how we got here. Apparently she was given away a few days ago due to her original family having money issues and can't afford her requirements for her age. I could relate my parents was struggling too but they took loans and didn't pay back, leaving them being hunted down and forced to pay back what they had.

⃟Flashback ⃟

I started to tear up as my mom yelled at me. I stood up for myself yelling back. My dad was an drug addict, so as my mom. She and I would yell at each other everyday after school. It was like just walking into the house was a major issue. But this particular day was different. I was arguing with my mom again about how she thought I was a slut for hanging out with my guy friends.

"I refuse to have a slut for a daughter!"

"As if you ever cared for me all you and dad ever did was get drunk, have sex, and do drugs!" I retaliated when I felt a sting sensation on my right cheek.

'She slapped me' I started to tear up as my right cheek began to redden. I stepped back and froze

"My life would be so much better if you just leave!"

"Well then maybe I will!"

I ran up to my room and grabbed my clothes and some birthday cash, and I grabbed some snacks. After I payed I looked around and found a alley way, it was empty so I decided to sleep there for the time being.

⃟Flashback over  ⃟

We also talked about other things like how she liked pop music and other things like that. I was more on the punk side of music genre, she agreed how it fit my personality. I looked over at her and smiled slightly. She smiled back and we started to go back to out room.

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