The Thoughts You Try To Hide

Chapter Two

I once read somewhere that the craziest stories have the most mundane starts. I think about that a lot because my story started in a Wendy's bathroom.

Yes, you read that right. I said Wendy's bathroom. I was left on the baby changing rack, buckled in may I add, and left there till one of the employees showed up.

Now, picture this, a month old baby, squealing it's lungs out while women all around it are washing their hands, fixing their makeup, and generally minding their own business. Talk about maternal instinct.

Eventually though, someone told the staff there was a child in the restroom and if they didn't take it out, they would talk to the manager. That was enough to get them moving and me out of there.

From then on the employees called Social Services and from there I was tossed into whatever family they could find.

You would think that I would be adopted right away, after all babies are in the most demand for adoption. And I was! For a little while...

I was adopted almost immediately-but that didn't even last two years. My adoptive family had gotten into a car crash on their way to pick me up from the babysitter after a night out.

No matter! After all I was still a toddler-and who doesn't love those pesky peanuts? Turns out a lot of people. Finally the agency found a family for me.

I was accepted into their home almost as badly as I accepted the season finale of my favorite show. It wasn't the parents' fault, it was their other kids.

I stayed their for five years. But every single day, I heard that question.

"Mom, do we really need another kid? You can have me if you want a baby!"

"Dad are you sure you want her?"

So needless to say, they had to resort to other methods of winning against me, a helpless child.

Author's Note: Well... Hi? I know, I know. I should have updated. I get it. But things have been kinda stressful lately-but you probably don't want to hear that. So anyway... I'm sorry I didn't try harder to write more. I will do my best to try again!
Also, can you dedicate chapters? If so... Thanks L.V for finally getting me to stop being lazy! You're the best! (I did your initials in case you didn't want your name on here.)
Thanks for reading that cringe fest of a chapter!
—A.L.