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I woke up with a start. My head banged as it hit the ceiling. I was on the top bunk at Nanny's Orphanage. I felt a bruise form on the top of my head.
"Shut up!" Squealed one of the other orphan girls my age.
I sighed and yanked the covers over my head.
*Dream*
"You're a worthless piece of nothing!" My abusive father spat on me.
I felt a stinging feeling across my face. it was a burning sensation that never seemed to leave.
"Are you even listening?" Screamed my father. He had the angriest expression on his face.
A huge part of me wanted to fight back. I wanted to scream and tell him how terrible I felt. I knew that it wouldn't stop him. But my shy, quiet side had won the battle once again as I kept quiet.
I bit my lip at he brought his arm back, prepared to strike again. 'Stop it, Aliana!' I wanted to stop the dream. 'Wake up!' I wanted to say.
*End of Dream*
"Alright, wake up girls!"
I hit my head again. At least it wasn't as painful as the dream I had.
I quickly hopped out of bed.
"Ew, Aliana, what's that smell? I think it might be you!" I got teased by the girls in the room. It reminded me of the constant name calling that my father used to do to me.
Going to the orphanage was supposed to be so much fun. I had the opportunity to make friends and grow relationships. I thought I was going to be like 'Annie' where we sang songs all day. It wasn't. Nobody cared for me. no one even cares about my past. The worst thing of all: no one wanted to adopt me. I was so unloveable.
I felt so lucky to still be here at age nineteen. I guess if I didn't live here, I would be on the streets. The orphanage told me that I could stay for only one more year. It was their pity that had chosen me to stay.
I just can't wait for the day to be let out.
I made my way to the cafeteria, where I decided that I wasn't hungry.
I analyzed the room around me. Everyone gave me bad looks. I chose a spot alone by the window, to read a book.
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"Are you sure? She's had a terrible past. We all take pity on her. She's nineteen and has no future." I overheard one of the orphanage workers.
I was sitting alone in a waiting room. There were windows all around me, but I couldn't see the other room. I knew they were evaluating me for adoption. Who in their right mind would want to adopt me? I asked myself. I was nineteen. I had graduated high school but I had no intentions of going to college. I had done okay in school, graduating with a GPA of 3.8. It wasn't good enough for me to earn a scholarship, though.
"May I see her, now?" Demanded a man.
"Fine. Send her out." She ordered the security team.
"Come with me." A guard ordered.
I was met by my new guardians.
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Adopted By One Direction
FanfictionAliana Peterson is a nineteen year old orphan who believes that she is going to be a homeless piece of nothing, just like her abusive father preached. But when One Direction comes into picture, well, who knows what will happen?