One Direction's Little Sister *2012*

One.

One.

(Jaden's P.O.V)

"Free time!" Marcy, the supervisor, yells. Those two words had a huge effect on the way all of us acted. Free time was the only time we had to goof around and act like a bunch of idiots. It's true.

Some kids spent their free time watching T.V., playing video games, and throwing soft balls at each other-- oh how terribly wrong that would go, some kid would get hit in the face and they would go crying to Marcy. Marcy would end our free time if that happened and I was hoping it didn't.

I grabbed my basketball and looked at Marcy, holding up my basketball and pointing at it. Marcy nodded her head. I smiled at her, Marcy was someone I could always trust.

Quickly, I ran to the back door, pulled it open and head outside to the basketball court just behind the orphanage. The basketball court was one of the few places I felt happy even if it reminded me of my father, the man who was closest to me.

I dribbled the ball and let it fly out of my hands. It went straight through the hoop and dropped through the net, making a nice swishing sound-- a sound that I had grown to love.

One thing my dad and I shared was our love of basketball. It wasn't just a game to us, it was our lives. We went as far as tracking statistics, watching games, meeting players, going to games and even playing the game itself. If it wasn't for my dad, I wouldn't be here, standing here, alive.

November known for it's cold fall air and winds that knock the colorful leaves off the trees.

Per usual my dad and I were outside shooting hoops outside on our driveway. A black van rolled up and a guy in black pants, black shirt and a black ski mask climbed out, a loaded gun in his hands.

I was drawn in by his eyes. They were big and green, they were so enticing, alluring as someone might say.

"Jaden!" My dad screamed bringing me out of my revire. I looked over at him, the man had backup and one of them was holding a gun to my dad's head screaming gibberish. Clearly, he didn't speak English.

"Run! Jaden run!" He screamed. I turned and saw a man rushing towards me. All of those years of basketball would help out.

I ran straight at him and dodged around him. It all happened so quickly I couldn't comprehend what was happening.

The gun went off and I turned back around as I was running down the street. My dad's now lifeless body was laying in the driveway of our house.

"Dad!" I screamed. I almost ran back to clutch his body, trying to bring him back to life.

Tears began rolling down my face as I rushed to get my basketball. I screamed throwing the basketball at the back wall of the orphanage.

I couldn't begin to explain the anger I felt towards the alliance that killed my father, the one person in my life whoever actually cared for me. The ball bounced back and rolled towards my feet that were planted firmly on the hard blacktop.

The backdoor of the orphanage opened and Marcy stepped out, motioning for me to follow her inside.

I nodded my head and moved slowly towards the door, leaving the basketball in the place it stopped. I was done with basketball. I didn't need to be reminded of that terrible day ever again.

I wiped away a few tears before entering the orphanage. One Direction stood in front of a long line of children. I found my place in line next to my best friend Alex.

"I honestly, don't understand why we do this every single time," I whisper quietly to Alex. He sorta rolled his eyes and looked at me through his peripherals.

He sighs, "I think it's because, it's easier to choose one person to get adopted."

"Why bother if only one will be adopted?" I question. "Wouldn't it better to see us doing stuff we love and being us rather than standing in a line looking oh so proper?"

Alex puts a finger to his lips shushing me. Now, it was my turn to roll my eyes.

One Direction stopped in front of me, looking me up and down-- I didn't look as presentable as the other children. I was wearing a pair of black basketball shorts, a black t-shirt that read 'I smile because, I have no idea what's going on' and on my feet I was wearing a pair of generic basketball shoes.

"I think we should adopt her," a blonde boy said to a short boy in a striped shirt. The blonde boy pointed a finger at me.

Stripey aka, striped shirt boy looked at me and sighed quietly, "Okay."

He didn't seem too overjoyed that his friend wanted to adopt me.

Marcy looked at the boys and smiled, "I think you made a great choice."

The blonde hair boy, tossed an arm over my shoulder and laughed quietly. "See, I make good decisions," he claimed, looking at the boys.

"Now we know, Niall," a taller boy with longish brown hair stated, rolling his eyes.

Niall, smelled quite nice. A boy with curly brown hair and big green eyes glared at me from his position next to Stripey.

"Here are the papers you need to sign," Marcy said, handing Stripey a manila colored folder. He nodded his head, taking the folder from Marcy's hands. "Please, mail them back to me in two to three days."

"I will get them back to you," the boy with long brown hair reassured, smiling at Marcy.

With that, Niall led me out the front door of the orphanage. I would never see that place again but, I will not be seeing my best friend every again. I didn't get to say goodbye.

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