Did You Forget?

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I was sitting on my little twin bed, that was up against the wall in the corner. The metal was rusted and the mattress had springs coming out from the bottom. But a bed is a bed and that is better than the floor.

I share a room with two other girls. Since this orphanage is an older one, there are less rooms so the rules were three people per room.

There were three floors to this orphanage. The top floor had four small rooms, and in each room there were three kids. The older kids slept on the top floor. The younger kids slept on the second floor, and the bottom floor was where we ate, and where we hung out most of the time. None of us wanted to stay in these crammed rooms.

Since we live around the outskirts of Dallas, Texas, not many of us get adopted, and when some of us usually get adopted, they are the younger kids.

I mean I understand why they would want to adopt the younger kids, but sometimes it upsets me when a couple takes some interest in me, then finds another child and decides to adopt them instead of me.

I've also moved from foster home to foster home. Lets just say that I am a handful.

I was still sitting on the creaky bed that I called mine looking out of the dirty window drowning in thought.

I was deep into it not even to realize Jessica had been standing in the doorway. She was tall, around 5' 8' and had long blonde hair and those piercing blue eyes.

She was pretty but very intimidating. She also was the 'popular' one around here.

If you messed with her, she will make your life miserable for the rest of your life, and trust me I have learned the hard way.

"Someone is here to adopt one of us. Dress decent and try to not look as ugly as you normally do." she said and closed the door behind her.

I was in a hoodie and sweatpants. not decent enough.

I went to the small wooden nightstand, and opened a draw containing my 3 pairs of skinny jeans.

I took out a dark washed pair and slipped them on.

I grabbed my old converse and slipped them on, and presumed to the bathroom.

I brushed my long thick pin straight dark brown hair, and decided I looked decent enough.

I walked down the stairs and into the main room where everyone lined up.

I made it to the end of the line farthest away from the door, but shrunk back a little.

I always hated this. It sickens me how we have to stand in a line while a person basically shops for a child.

The orphanage owner, Ms. Chrissy went to the door as it rang. Ms. Chrissy wasn't mean, but she wasn't nice. She didn't really care about what we did but she also didn't take care of us.

Standing in the doorway was a woman with dark brown hair that went to purple at the end. It was pretty but, I would never dye my hair.

She seemed overjoyed and had a big smile on her face.

Her smile faltered as she saw the condition this orphanage was in. It usually did that to every person that has stepped through the door.

We don't get much money so the place is usually never taken care of, other than us cleaning the inside.

She stepped in greeting Ms. Chrissy, then announcing herself as Demi Lovato.

I have heard of her before but wasn't into her. I had stayed away from all of the celebrity life and not getting involved with the media.

Some girls were fan girling but hiding it miserably.

I just slumped back even farther not wanting to draw any attention to myself.

She walked down the line looking at everyone's face.

She finally made it down to me and gave me a small smile.

I just stared at her with my big deep dark brown eyes.

I gave her a fake small smile then diverted my eyes away.

She whispered something to Ms. Chrissy.

"Alright children. Ms. Lovato would like to interview you all instead of just picking, we will do this in alphabetical order with first names since some of you have no last name." she said looking at me.

Thank you for making me feel bad about myself Ms. Chrissy!

"Go into the media room and you will be called individually." she said.

Right away we all did as she said.

I just sat by the window sill looking out the window again.

"Destiny!" Ms. Chrissy finally said.

I was dreading this. I was going to get my hopes up for nothing and then just become disappointed.

I slowly walked into the small room where there was simply a table and two chairs across from each other.

Ms. Lovato was sitting in one and the other was empty.

I quickly walked in and sat in the chair, folding my hands, placing them in my lap, and looked at them.

"Hi! I'm Demi." Demi said with a smile.

"Destiny." I replied.

"So, mind telling me about yourself?" She asked.

"I was dropped off at the orphanage when I was about 1 years old. I have no idea who my parents are, and will never know considering I don't have a last name. I am 14 years old and... yeah." I said quietly still not making eye contact.

"Well it says here that you have been moved around foster homes a lot. Care to explain?"

"Wow, you don't beat around the bush, and different situations for each foster home such as abuse, rape, not feeding me, you name it." I said not caring.

She looked shock about how open I was.

"Are we done now?" I asked impatiently.

"Yes." she said.

I quickly got up and left the room and ran up stairs in to my room and started crying.

I totally blew that, and on purpose. I was going to stay in this orphanage forever.

I wish I was dead.