July 12th, 2017
Good day everyone and welcome to my boring life from hell!
I'm having been in and out this adoption center for about 14 years now. I get adopted and then not even 4 months later they bring me back because of my behavior. I've been adopted about 20 times and returned each 20 times. You may think 'That is not possible to be in that many times!' but it's possible when it comes to me. You may be asking, 'What did you do that made you be in and out of this center so many times?' Well I didn't get along with the other kids that the parents already have. They made me clean their rooms and do their chores when their parents weren't around. They would beat me and I would cry and hurt them back, that's what made them bring me back into this stupid center.
I actually was adopted by abusive people before. One couple would make cigarette burns on my skin and I still have the scars on my arms and stomach. The other couple would beat me, I ended up with a broken wrist and cracked ribs.
"Faith, get in here and clean my room! I made a mess trying to look for that jean jacket of mine and I made a mess trying to find it!" The most annoying high maintenance girl here named Joslyn yelled at me.
"Okay, I'll be right in." I forgot to say that I'm the slave to the other girls here. They treat me like shit and they bully me.
I walked into Joslyn's room and see all her clothes, make-up, bed sheets, shoes and jewelry flung out across her floor. I bent down and started picking up her mess. I first started picking up her earrings, bracelets, hair ties, rings and necklaces and put them in their individual drawers in her stupid jewelry box. Then I started to pick up her eye-shadow pellets, lipsticks, concealer, blush, foundation, setter, mascara, primer, eyeliner and any of her other make-up that was laying around.
As I continued to clean her room, she just stood by the door and watched me.
I then moved onto picking up her clothes. I first started with her shirts then her pants and short, then her dresses, then her skirts, then her socks and shoes and then her stupid bras and underwear! The final step was making her bed, which I made for her lazy ass.
She enjoyed to watch me do her dirty work. She made me clean her room very frequently and do all her chores. Why does she make you do all that you may ask? Well, if I don't do anything for her, she'll purposely get me into trouble and when I tell the main care taker of this adoption center, she doesn't believe me.
If you get into trouble here your punishment is no supper for two nights. The girls here once blamed everything on me, the worker believed them, not me and my punishment was I wasn't aloud to eat anything for a week and wasn't let out of my room unless I had to go to the bathroom. Luckily at the time of my one week without food, a little girl named Casey about 8 years old snuck some food and water up to me so I could stay healthy and not faint because the lack of nutrition in my body. Casey got adopted about 3 weeks later.
After I cleaned Joslyn's room I went and cleaned the other girls rooms which they trashed on purpose so I could clean their rooms for their entertainment. Soon as I was finished with cleaning their rooms, I went and completed their chores. Their chores consisted of washing the dishes, taking the trash out, cleaning the bathrooms, washing the dirty clothes, folding the clean clothes and putting them away in the right rooms of the girls and the clothes that belonged to them, getting the mail, making lunch and then finally vacuuming the whole center. After everything was finished I went to my room and grabbed a pair of clean clothes. I quickly cleaned my room and then went to the bathroom to take a shower, but before I left my room I locked it shut.
5 minutes into my shower, someone entered the bathroom.
"Who ever is in here get the hell out!" I screamed to who ever walked in. They didn't leave or respond to me.
