Adopted By Who?

Kaylen

I'm a pretty normal fourteen year old girl. Well, there are a few things that set me apart from normal fourteen year old girls. Like the fact my parents are dead. They died in a car accident. They were going to a stupid wedding while I stayed with a babysitter.

They were amazing parents. They didn't deserve to die. They were accepting, loving, and funny. They were three thousand times better than the stupid caretakers at the orphanage.

I lost them three years ago- meaning I've been here since I was eleven. I still cry a little when I see little kids with their parents. It's not fair. Those kids aren't paying any attention to their parents and are acting like complete brats. They're taking their parents for granted and that's not fucking fair. I would do almost anything to have my mom and dad back.

Another thing that makes me not normal is that I'm terrified of water. I can take a shower and drink it and do all the normal stuff with it, but swimming and all that? I'm fucking terrified of it. It's some sort of phobia.

It all started when I watched a little boy fall into the pool at a birthday party and he drowned. I was traumatized. I never went near the lake or a pool ever again. I don't know why I can shower just fine, though.

And the last thing is that I have an eating disorder. I've only made myself puke a few times. And by a few times I mean at least once a day. I've had it since I was thirteen.

This girl in the orphanage called me a fat fucking slut everyday up until she got adopted- from the time I was twelve to a few weeks after I turned thirteen. She came after I did and immediately hated me. That year of verbal abuse drove me crazy. I made myself puke the night after she left. I then fell into the horrible routine of it. I eat breakfast, that's it.

Not to mention all of the shitty kids that tease me about my music taste. I honestly don't care, though. I have other things to worry about. Besides my eating disorder, I don't let anyone get to me anymore. I usually stay in my room, besides school and meals. I just throw them up anyway. When I'm forced to socialize, I either get teased or ignore people and listen to music.

Ah. My music is another thing about me that separates me from the Normal-Fourteen-Year-Old-Girl group. I like what the other kids here like to call 'emo music'. Otherwise known as bands like Sleeping With Sirens,  Asking Alexandria, and Pierce The Veil. Pierce The Veil is by far my favorite band. The little brats who are all a year younger than me say that the lead singer, Vic Fuentes, sounds like a girl and that the band is only for depressed emos. It's all a bunch of shit. Yeah, it pisses me off that they insult the band, but I don't acknowledge them. It only gives them satisfaction.

I used to think my life wouldn't get better until my eighteenth birthday. That all changed July 23rd. July 23rd is the day my life got turned upside down.

A/N: Introduction chapter! :)