Ana's POV
"Ana sweetie please wake up." The caretaker Ms. Carter said shaking me slightly.
"I'm up." I said groggily yet respectfully reaching for my peppermint green tea on my bed side table that was made by Ms. Carter every morning.
Ms. Carter was like the mom I never had.
Oh sorry lemme introduce myself. My name is Anastasia Rae. I don't have a last name. I never knew my parents. They were murdered after my birth. I was born on September 3rd, 2003. And I am 11 nearly 12. My best friend Ange is 11 also but born on March 25. Today was March 24. Adoption day. I dreaded today. Mostly because there were only four kids in the home. And that meant there was a 1/4 of a chance I could get adopted.
Also on the name part I prefer Ana.
I went to my closet pulled out some skinny jeans, a white crop top that says "'Cuz I don't give a what!" And Dan's soccer jacket. Dan is a British boy that I will see in a week. He comes to the US for winter break and spring break all the time for me he's so sweet.
I took a quick shower blew dried my hair pined my bangs back and went to FaceTime Dan. He answered immediately.
"Hey Ana!" Dan cheered.
"Hey Dan!" I whispered not wanting to unleash the beast Ange was in the morning.
"Ange?" He questions.
" yeah." I swiftly answered.
