Adopted by Melanie Martinez

Chapter One

Evelynn's Point Of View

I sleepily close my eyes and open them again, sweeping the hard wood floors of the bedrooms we all share. I have my duties, more to do since I'm one of the oldest members of this prison. My name is Evelynn Beckett And this is the story of how Melanie Martinez changed my life forever.

I was young when it happened. I was abused by my parents in almost every way you can think of. The whole sha-bang. There was never a bright day in my childhood, I grew up already mature. I felt brain dead, homeschooling wasn't any better.

Dad never wanted much to do with me, I was a servant in my own living space.

"Get me a drink," he'd demand coldly. I mumble a "Yes, father," and give what was requested. I'd carefully take it to him, my bare feet patting softly against the floor. He'd grab the drink and scold me in his drunken state. He drunkily planted a slap across my cheek but it would still turn red, it'd still sting.

Dad would grumble, "you call me sir and nothing else. Sorry excuse for a child."

He'd take a sip and I'd run to my room crying, just to be verbally abused by my mother. What a swell life I was living. It progressively got worse as the days passed. Slapping turned to belts and metal spoons, harsh words bit at my ears as I was being kicked.

I had to be in the same house everyday. Cleaning, studies, abuse, cleaning and we repeat. Well, until there was a beautiful knock at the door, to me, it sounded like heaven. Was I finally free?

I was taken to an orphanage and I thought I had finally got what I wished for. To leave my past behind me and have an even better future. My life isn't so different now, minus the physical abuse—at times.

The orphanage was small. The walls were a dark brown color and so were the window frames. There were old rickety beds that have faded comforters and pillows. There was no carpet, just hard wood floors. Totally welcoming.

I laid my stuff on the floor. There wasn't much to offer. About five outfits, a brush, a toothbrush, one hair tie, and one pair of tennis shoes. I put them in the small closet that could barely fit three outfits. I sat in the bed and looked at the ceiling. There was no design, just a plain white ceiling.

I was called to the meeting room where adoptions took place. I quickly got up and hurried out of my room. "Sit down," scolded a lady.

She was tall and looked to be in her mid thirties. She wore thick glasses and had burnette hair to her shoulders. "I'm Ms. Maggy. You will call me that, and nothing else. This is Kara," she gestured to a smaller girl maybe in her twenties.

"Hi!" Exclaimed Kara. "I'm here at the front desk if you need anything. I help you guys get adopted and-"

Ms. Maggy cut her off.

"That's enough said Kara."

Kara looked down at her shoes. That's when I saw how beautiful her hair was. It was a deep burnette and dusty violet ombre. Kara didn't have glasses like Ms. Maggy but she was a little slimmer.

"Who's the new girl?" I heard someone whisper.

"I don't know, but she looks terrible," whispered anther.

"Shut up."

Their heads snapped to Ms. Maggy in the blink of an eye. She threw a white shirt and brown pants at me.

"Put these on. Don't come out of the room unless you're told otherwise. There's a bathroom in there already."

I guess I didn't notice the bathroom.