Kissed by Team Crafted //tc 3

Two Days

~Hannah's POV~

I stormed downstairs, right as the phone rang.

Adam leapt up off the couch to answer it.

"Hello?" Adam spoke into the phone.

"Yes, this is he," he responded, after the person on the other side of the line said something I couldn't hear.

"Yes, she's under my custody," he replied again.

I looked over at him. He was talking about me.

"I know sir, but that wasn't my fault," he defended himself against whatever the caller had to say.

"What?!" Adam's face got pale. "No, please, I-"

More talking from the caller.

"Okay, I'll break the news to her," he said sadly, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Okay, goodbye," he hung up the phone.

"What was that about?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly in fear.

"I-it was the orphanage. They just now found out about the shark attack last year. They demanded that I give you back," he stammered, a single tear falling from his eye.

"What?! But that was a year ago! How are they just now deciding to take me back?" I questioned, my throat getting tight, trying to hold back my tears.

"They said they had to go through a bunch of papers and conferences to decide whether or not it was my fault, whether or not to take you back. They had an unanimous vote... You're leaving in two days," he choked up.

"But... but," I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't.

"I'm so sorry, Hannah," he apologized.

"For what? There's a whole lot of things for everyone to be sorry for right now. For example, I'm sorry that I'm not the adopted kid you wanted to get two years ago," I cried. "I'm sorry that I caused all of this pain. I'm sorry you have to give up the stupid girl that just can't shut up and got herself kicked out of the house. I'm sorry that I'm a dramatic teenager. I'm sorry that I couldn't say all of this before. I'm sorry," I didn't even know what I was feeling anymore. I wasn't mad at Adam, or upset with him. I always made it sound like I hated him, or that I wasn't perfect- which I'm not.

I never really understood how much he meant to me until now.

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~Hannah's POV~

{two days later}

"Isn't there anything that we can do?" Winta begged. Adam shook his head.

The car from the orphanage pulled into the driveway.

"Start fresh without me," I sighed, picking up my suitcase by its slightly beat up handle.

"But we can't just forget about you," Rene whimpered.

"Maybe that's better to do than nothing," I replied, more tears coming to my already puffy, red eyes.

The car honked their horn at us, all standing out on the driveway.

"This is it," Adam cried, pulling us all in for a group hug, with me kind of smushed in the middle.

"Goodbye," I whispered to them, as they released, and watched me drag myself and my suitcase down the driveway, into the minivan that was taking me away from everything I loved.

"Goodbye," I repeated, waving sadly as I climbed into the backseat.

They all waved back, not going back inside until the car I was in had pulled out of sight.

Gone.

(Author's Note: Bring on the haters. No, actually, please don't. That didn't go so well last time...

Don't worry, this'll get better, I promise.

I honestly have no clue where I'm going with this. Why do you guys even like this story? I've used like every bad thing that could happen to an orphan in existence...

Please tell me.

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