Today was adoption day. Yaaay. Did you notice the sarcasm? Good.
All the girls were ecstatic and wondering who these "well-known" people were. I couldn't care less, I wouldn't be adopted anyway.
"Aren't you at least a LITTLE curious about this mystery guest?" Grace asked me.
"Nope." I said carelessly. She sighed. "Well let's just get downstairs."
As all the girls were eating, I was forced to sit with them and watch them eat. Trish smiled.
"Not hungry, Emma?" I growled. Like my stomach.
"I think it's a good idea for you to skip some food. I mean, you could lose some weight. No one likes chubby girls." Kailey said and the rest of Trish's little group burst out laughing.
My hands were balled in fists.
"Calm down, Em. Don't get into any more problems. Just ignore them." Grace whispered in my ear and I nodded and began to stare at the table.
"Alright girls! Breakfast time is over! Go to your rooms and I'll come get you at 1 pm. Make sure to look presentable! Emma, you're doing the dishes."
I was wise enough not to argue and began immediately. An hour later I was done. Melissa smiled at me.
"Good girl. See? If you would just behave and do exactly as I tell you, there will be no problems between us. Maybe we can even be friends."
"Whatever." I mumbled.
"Now, go to your room and change." She told me and I did as she requested. What the hell was wrong with me today?
I got to my room and saw Grace in a cute pink dress with black mary jane shoes. "You look pretty!" I complemented her.
She smiled. "Thanks! I picked something out for you. I know it's not your style but it's the best I could find in my closet. It's on your bed."
I saw a crisp white trouser with a blue/white striped blouse. It wasn't that bad. I put them on and looked in the mirror.
"You look very nice!" Grace told me and I smiled. "Yeah, I guess I do."
"Girls! Get downstairs!" I heard Melissa yell. Grace walked out the door. "You coming?"
"Yeah, just a second, I'll be right there, have to hide my phone. you can go."
"Okay." She said and walked out. I searched for a good hiding space and finally found something. I quickly hid my phone in my pencil case, slipped in my drawer and threw a scarf over it to cover it.
I walked out the room and a pair of hands grabbed my arms.
"What the hell are you doing? Let me go!" I yelled and I got a punch in my face in return.
"Stop moving, you little brat!" She pushed me on the floor and started to kick me. She dragged me to a door and I knew exactly what she was about to do. It was a very small closet where she used to lock me in for hours. She knew I was claustrophobic. This sick bitch.
"No, no please, I'll do anything, Just don't put me in there!" I begged. Trish laughed.
"The little troublemaker is not so tough now, is she?" She smirked.
"Just to make sure YOU won't get adopted." She pushed me in and locked the door.
I have been in here for about 30 minutes i think and it was dark. So so dark. I hate darkness. And small spaces. I felt the oxygen leaving my lungs as I started to panic and cry hysterically. This wasn't good. I haven't ate for 24 hours and I felt woozy. I hit the door a couple of times and yelled for someone to help me. I gave up but then i heard the sound of clicking lock and the door went open. I looked up and saw vaguely a person with long curly hair. The person crouched in front of me and looked worried.
