Hi, I'm Clover

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    The first thing I could remember was the children being adopted by loving families and that hurt the most. Why wasn't I adopted? Am I not pretty? Beauty was everyone's top list of children. They only wanted a kid that really did have a future, I didn't. So, I  just kept to myself and waited for the one person who would see me as me. Paint splatters on my shirt would make me feel like I am someone else. Everyone is just a blank canvas waiting for a spot of color to be put on it. I have many small black hand prints that other people put on my.

    Why not try something other then crying in the corner all my life? Art was one thing that came to my mind. Art is becoming popular and it's what people want. Why not try that for a change? And the next thing you know? I'm good at it. Sometimes, when the orphanage is packed, they move kids to the way more richer area of the house and Ive never been moved to that area.

    Oh! I forgot to tell you, My name is Clover F. Park. The "F" standing for field, I got made fun of for my name and it get quite annoying. I'm a 16 year old girl who normally stays in my "bed room" and never comes out for a long period of time.  I'm doing art or just reading in my room to get away from people. That's mainly it for my life.

  

(A/N)(Hello everyone, my name is V and I am so happy to finally make this!)

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