I was sent to an adoption center. No one knew my real name, but I liked the name Melissa. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I made lots of new friends, but as I started to grow close with them they got ripped away from me by their new adoption parents.
I spent most of my days crying. One day I cried so much I fainted. The up side was I had a roof over my head. I grew up in that adoption center for 8 straight years. They were ok people, but I still wasn't happy.
I didn't really remember my parents, but I had a small gold locket that I kept around my neck. It had my parents faces in it.
I wished it could have been different. If that drunk bone head hadn't had decided to drive maybe things would be better. I hope that crazy maniac when to jail.
I planned on getting out of this place when I turn 16, but by now I have become restless. I am sick and tired of this place. I can't wait 6 more years.
The next day a "nice" young
lady came in or so I thought.
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The Orphan
Teen FictionIt starts with a beautiful family that gets torn apart. The family ends up in a terrible car crash. The young 2 year old girl is the only one left alive. She goes to an adoption center. The orphan has no record of a name, so every calls her Melissa...
