Orphan Mate

Chapter 1

"What do you mean you can no longer keep her? She isn't some puppy you can return to a pound! You adopted her! You're her parents!"

I could hear Ms.Parkers voice getting louder with each sentence.

"I'm sorry" said the women sniffling. "There's just something not right with her."

"You do realize that by giving her back, this could affect all future adoptions for the both of you!"

"We understand, but we just aren't the right parents for her." Said the man with no emotion in his voice.

"Fine. Just please leave." Ms.Parker said clearly very frustrated.

I could hear the couple push their chairs against the wood floors. Walking closer and closer towards the door. And open the office door.

The man and women took one hesitant glance at me before walking away.

"Misty? You should have been playing with the other kids outside."

She came walking towards me, sitting next to me on the bench outside her office.

"I'm sorry. I really tried to be a good girl this time honest."

"Oh, honey it's not your fault." Bringing me in for a hug, "They just couldn't understand how special you are." She said rubbing her fingers against my scalp. I always liked when she did that, it was calming.

My life here in Ms.Parkers' Home for Wayward Girls is all I've known. From what I've been able to figure out I was left outside of a fire station when I was a 3 years old, left with nothing but a social security and gold necklace stuffed into my jacket pocket. And have been placed in Ms.Parkers care from then onwards.

"Ms.Parker?"

"Hmm?"

"Can't you just adopt me?" I knew it was hopeless but I always wished to call her mom.

"No honey I can't. But until the day the right family comes for you, you can always call this place home until then, ok?"

"Ok."

After a while of being in her arms. She helped me carry the boxes of my things back up to the room that luckily I didnt have to share.

This was the 3rd time I was brought back to the orphanage. Each time the couples said there was something wrong with me.

They would get scarred of me responding to things they said behind closed door. The first couple took me back because the man had been cheating and I told the wife. Apperantly I would recite there conversations whenever he and his secretary closed his office door. I really tried to not over hear them but I couldn't help it my hearing was just to good.

I also couldn't help it that my eyes would glaze over when I would have conversations with the voice in my head. I've been taken to several therapist who have come up with different diagnoses. From having an imaginary friend to having a split personality.

I didn't always have a voice in my head. I wouldn't even call it a voice it was just a presence that suddenly appeared when I was 7. She was kind and funny, she told me I was her and she was me, we were one. But like most things about me, I knew it wasn't normal.

Normal was all I ever wanted to be.

Everything about me made me get teased from the way I looked to the way I behaved.

I have ice blue colored eyes, that no body ever complimented. Ms.Parker told me a few times that other kids were just jealous because they were such a unique color.

My white hair was also the cause to several name calling, granny, was their favorite.

The bronze skin I have was also ridiculed. Even kids with darker skin then me would call me horrible names.

Needless to say I had zero friends.

Being alone and unwanted was the worst feeling imaginable.

Adoption days were the worst. Several times a year Ms.Parker would have the orphanage do charity events, she would have us girls put on plays and dance recitals in order for the people coming to either adopt a girl or at least sponsor one of us.

After the last couple took me back I no longer had hope of being taken into a new family. But that didn't stop the offers I got, despite Ms.Parkers protests I rejected them all. My heart couldn't take it again if I was going to be returned.

My sponsorship money was huge from what I heard Ms.Parker say. But she had no intention of keeping the money for herself. That's what I liked about her. She was honest and kind. She didn't buy fur coats or luxury cars or diamonds, even though she probably could. Many of the other girls that weren't so quick to be adopted didn't get much sponsorship money, again just something I couldn't help but overhear.

Her charity and kindness made me want to be like her. Which I honestly just couldn't achieve. No matter how many times I tried to help the younger girls with their hair or with their homework my efforts weren't accepted. I simply wasn't wanted. And no matter how many years passed it wasn't going to change.