Whole Again - Adopted by Dan and Phil

Chapter 1

Grace's POV

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

My alarm sounded at 7 AM, signaling me to get up. I quickly shut it off before I woke up my roommate Katie sleeping on the other side of the room.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Grace. I'm 13 years old and I currently live in London. I was born in America but since my parents were missionaries we traveled around the world a lot. You know, to spread the love of Jesus or whatever.

London seems like an odd place to do missionary work, but that's where we ended up before my parents were killed in a car accident last year. That's how I ended up in an orphanage.

I'm not like most 13 year old girls. I don't have a phone, I don't really get on the internet, and I don't listen to a lot of music besides contemporary Christian music, and that's only because comforts me because my parents used to listen to it all the time. The only thing I really have to my name is an old study Bible that my parents gave to me.

You probably think I'm some religious fanatic. Not in the slightest. I stopped believing after my parents died. I don't think I could believe in a God that would let me suffer like this.

I walked over to my dresser and put on a black tank top and blue jean shorts. A couple is coming in today to adopt, but I know for a fact they won't choose me. I mean, no one wants a 13 year old sheltered girl from America. I felt a hot tear slide down my cheek.

"What the fuck are you crying about, nerd?"

I turned around and saw Katie sitting up in bed, her blonde hair pulled in a messy bun and her iPhone in hand.

Katie isn't very nice to me. We used to get along okay, but once she started talking to Emily and her popular squad, she changed. I miss when I had her as a friend, because now I don't really have any.

I quickly wiped the tear away.

"Nothing."

I eventually heard a loud cheery voice calling from the common area. It was Miss Elsen, the one who runs the orphanage.

"Breakfast time! Everyone get up and come eat."

I really liked Miss Elsen. She's super nice to me. We also have a lot in common. Her parents were also missionaries and we would share stories of the places we've been and the people we've talked to. She's really the only comfort I have at this place.

I walked briskly out of the room and into the dining area, where plates were set up. I sat down in my usual spot and watched as everyone stared at their phones under the table. I wonder what's so great about a phone? Aren't they used to make calls and text and stuff? Like, what the heck else can you do on it?

I took a bite of the pancakes on my plate when suddenly I felt a hard smack across my head and heard glass shatter behind me. I felt a sharp pain. I put my hand on my hand and saw that I had blood on my fingers. I looked up and saw Emily and her friends laughing at me.

Emily and Katie high-fived and walked away, their friends following behind them.

"Girls! That is enough!" I heard Miss Elsen yell.

I felt my lip quiver and the hot tears began pouring down my cheeks. I pushed my chair back and ran back up to my room, trying not to lose my balance.

When I finally reached my room, I slammed the door and slid down to the floor. My head was pounding and my heart was racing. I leaned my head back on the door, knowing fully that I was getting blood on it. I could hardly breathe. All I could do was rock back and forth with my head in my hands and cry. Ever since my parents died, panic attacks were common for me. I had one almost every day, and Katie and Emily didn't help.

I just wish I had someone to hold me and tell me it's gonna be okay. I wish I had someone to cuddle me and tell me stories like my parents used to. I wish someone would rescue me from this awful place.