Adopted By Bryan Stars! || BEING CONSTRUCTED

Charlotte's POV *EDITED*

*One Day Before*

Charlotte's POV

I was laying in bed when Jenny, a woman that works in the adoption home, came in my bedroom and closed the door.

"Charlotte, how are you today?" She asked kindly.

"I'm good, Jenny, and you?" I asked.

"I'm good, just came to tell you that tomorrow you and your brother have an appointment tomorrow at 11 in the morning with a couple that are looking into adopting you two." She informed, smiling happily at me.

"Really? Who?" I asked, excitedly.

"You'll find out tomorrow, you know the rules." She said.

"Yeah, but can't you bend the rules this one time? No one will know, I promise." I begged.

"Charlotte, no is no, you know the rules." She repeated, sternly.

"Okay, I'll wait." I sighed, "Does Bruno know?" I asked, looking at her.

"No, I was wondering if you would tell him." She said, in her normal voice this time.

"Sure, don't worry. Thanks Jenny." I said, pulling her into a hug,

"For what?" She asked, hugging me back.

"Everything. Helping Bruno and I when our parents passed away." I said, hugging her tighter like if she was going to disappear.

"It's okay sweetie, you and Bruno are like family to me, if course I would help you. Your mother and I have been friends since I can remember, I'm sure she'd want me to look after you." She said letting me go snf kissing my forehead.

"I love you Jenny, thanks again." I spoke thankfully.

"I love you too, Charlotte. Now get packing just incase you get adopted by this couple." She said, ushering me out of my bed while leaving my room.

Oh yeah, where are my manners? My name is Charlotte Roberts, I'm 15 years old. My twin brother is older than me by an hour, his name is Bruno Roberts. Our parents died in a car accident when we were 6 years old, but I can't remember much, all I remember is the police coming knocking on our door saying that our parents were in heaven with God and then crying in my bedroom until I fell asleep.

I got up from my bed just as Bruno walked in, looking depressed. Oh yeah, did I tell you that we get bullied a lot here? No? Well, we do, Bruno more than me and that's why he goes into depression because of the bullying and if that wasn't bad enough, he has an eating disorder!

"Bruno, are you okay?" I asked concerned, even though I knew the answer.

"Yeah Char, just peachy." He said with sarcasm thick in his voice.

"Bru, I have good news." I spoke, showing my excitement.

"What? Is Daniel going to leave? Does he have cancer and have to have treatment?" He asked happily this time.

If you're wondering Daniel is, he's one of the bullies that bullies us, he has dark chocolate brown hair, ocean blue eyes and stands 6 feet but is as skinny as a stick, but not as skinny as Bruno... and that worries me.

"No, even better, we are leaving." I said, enthusiasticlly.

"Why? When? Where?" He bombarded me with questions.

"We might be getting adopted, I don't know by who or where but tomorrow." I said, answering all his questions in one breath.

"REALLY?! Yay, Char, we might leave this hell hole? FOR GOOD?!" He questioned loudly with a huge smile that was brighter than the Sun, and let me tell you, he never smiles, so this is wierd.