<Just Like A Dad, But With Benefits>

My POV

I hated the building I lived in. Nobody really told me what it was, I just kind of began to assume it was a mental hospital. They treated me like it was, anyway. They woke me up at ungodly hours, making me smile every day and act happy so the visitors would believe they treated us with respect. I just began to accept it. I had been there for almost 2 years. Nobody wanted a "little emo girl who looks older than she is" apparently. I looked like a fairly short 18-year-old, only I was 12. Yes, I chose dark clothes and acted a bit strange, but I was cute. They probably told the visitors about my unusual cravings and behavior, and they decided I was a bit too needy for their household. I never wanted siblings, I craved the oddest things, and I needed patient parents to deal with how slow and tired I seemed all the time. I did look kind of anorexic, but I ate quite a bit for my age. I heard the lunch ladies down the hall talking about me late at night, saying things like, "She eats like a hog.. But she looks like she hasn't eaten in a week," I didn't take it personally. I'd heard it so much I became desensitized. Or, you could just say I didn't have any feelings. I got that a lot, too. "I know why nobody wants her. The people up front told them she eats a lot, so they automatically assume she's fat."