Peicing Things Together

Chapter 1- Who Wants a Broken Child?

Dear Diary,

It has been exactly 5 years since mom left. I miss her and I dont at the same time. I am 15, as you may already know from the recent updates for my anxiety. You are my only friend, diary. I am going to have to cut this short but, I love you!

Once I finish wrighting in my diary I get up out of bed. Yes, I am 15 and wright to myself. I brush my teeth, brush my hair and get dressed. I walk down stairs to get breakfast but Julian stops me.

He is one of the biggest bullys here. "Hey brat!" He snapped. "Please move.." I ask. "No. I decided I wanted to have a little fun.." He said. I shiver. He punches me in the gut and hears Mrs. Rose walk down the hall. He ran away, with me just sitting on the floor. "Get up, Brat! Go do your chores!" She yelled. I nod and get up, holding my stomach.

I soon finish with mopping the halls. I check the time. 12:04. Today was adoption day. I knew I wouldn't get adopted. I am just a broken child, that no one wants. I quickly run up stairs and grab my necklace. My mom gave me it, before she was abusive. It reminds me of the good times.

Since I finished my chores, I watched Youtube. I rarely got to watch it, but when I did, I would watch collabs of Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, and Pewdiepie. They made me happy in my darkest times. They saved me from death.

"Girls ages 13-15 come to the main office." I hear Mrs. Rose yell through the intercom. I sigh and make my way down stairs.

I stand in line and wait for the couple. When they walked in I recognized them imidiatly.  It was Markiplier and Jacksepticeye! My true heros! Though, shyness took over and I looked at the ground. After they look at us they walk out of the room to talk to Mrs. Rose. All the kids went to their rooms, but I got held back. "Keegan, go to the interview room." Mrs. Rose said. I nod and walk into the room. Jack looked at me brightly, as Mark can tell somethings wrong.

"So, whats your name?" Jack asks. "K-Keegan.." Damn stuttering. "Thats a cool name, Keeeeeeeegerssss." Mark made a weird face. I couldnt help but laugh a little. Jack laughed. Mark looked achieved.

"Whats your favorite color?" Mark asked. "Purple.." I say, without stuttering. "Wow! Thats cool!" Jack said. "Buuuuut.. Are you ok with cursing?" Jack asked. I paused then awnsered, "Fuck Yeah." We all laugh.

"What if we adopted you?" Mark asks. "You would change my fucking life!" I say, slamming my hands on the table. They laugh. They tell me to pack while they fill out papers. I nod and run up stairs.

I grab my grocery bag full of cloths. I grab my phone and run back down. They we still filling out papers. I waited and they finished. We walk to their car and got in. I look out the window, suddenly shy. I hear my favorite song come on and slowly drift of to sleep.

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Hiiiiiii! :3 SO. This is acualy what happened with my real adoption parents. You see... I have a photographic memory. ,_, So I remember a lot, and can explain at no fail.
Welp, cya!