The Forgotten Tomlinson

Chapter One

I can't get the thought that I am being put up for adoption out of my head. I am only six years old. I look at Louis. He showed no sign of emotion at all. What is wrong with him? The family that is adopting me is on their way.

"Mom I don't want to go!" I cried out as I pulled on her arm. She was trying her best to ignore me. She looked stressed as she pushed my hands away. Charlotte and Félicité were across the room playing with toys. Félicité is one and Charlotte is three. Charlotte doesn't like me. She called me the worst sister ever. Louis on the other hand has never liked me. He's ten and he tells me on a daily that I am ruining the family name. I honestly feel so betrayed. I mean I may get in trouble sometimes but that's not always my fault. Kids at school like to blame things on me.

The doorbell sounded throughout the house and Louis smirked at me. Oh I hate him! All he's ever done was made me hate myself. I sent a glare towards him and wiped my tears away. My mom got up and made her way to the front door. She opened it to reveal a woman with long red hair. My mother smiled at her. That must be the lady who's adopting me.

"Hi I'm Rachel Gray. I'm here to pick up Vivian." the woman said.

"Vivian get your shoes on and come here. Your new mother is here." My mother called. Tears ran down my cheeks as I slowly put on my shoes. I made sure to take my sweet time. I can tell it irritated my mother. When I had my shoes on, I slowly walked towards the door, not daring to look back at my siblings, in fear I would start bawling again. Something in me had me look back at Louis who was staring right back. Once I caught his gaze, he looked away. Did he finally feel a little bit guilty about this? Did he feel guilty about all he's done to me?

Rachel grabbed my suitcase and held her hand out for me to take it. I was hesitant at first but slowly took it. As we walked to the car, many thoughts ran through my mind. What if they feel as if this is a big mistake after they realize I'm gone? What if my new family is a bunch of creeps? What if I go through the same things all over again? I stopped and took one last look at the house before climbing in the car.

The whole car ride was spent in silence so I looked out the window as buildings and fields pass by. Tree after tree flew by like dust. Cars came and gone. It is a beautiful scenery to look at. The light green grass to all the tall, historical buildings, with beautiful gardens and trees surrounding them. Like a sanctuary of peace and harmony. Everything working together to make a happy and perfect place.

"Where are we heading?" I asked softly. Too scared to say anything else. After all this person was a complete and total stranger to me. Actually everyone I'm going to see today will be a stranger. She looked back at me through her rearview mirror. It was evident that there was a smile on her face.

"We're going home to my house in Wolverhampton. It's about two hours from Doncaster." She explained. I don't know how long we've been on the road but our surroundings don't look quite familiar.

The thought of my family all happy and celebrating my absence came to mind. I felt the burning sensation as tears threaten to fall. Maybe I should find a way to forget them. No matter how long it takes. They never liked me so I guess I never liked them. I fell asleep when we hit a small village called Little Eaton.

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I felt the feeling of cold hands shaking me, ever so slightly. I let out a groan and tried to ignore it. It's probably just Louis trying to bother me again.

"Vivian dear? It's time to wake up. We're home." An unfamiliar voice cooed.

I slowly opened my eyes to see the red headed woman standing there. I thought it was all a horrible nightmare but I guess not. She looked at me with a hint of concern. I gave her a small smile and climbed out of the car. Rachel closed the door behind me and went to get my suitcase from the trunk. Once she got it, she grabbed my hand and led me inside.