The English Adoption (A Blakeany Love Story)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

I open my eyes and stretch. The bright morning light filling the room, makes me squint. My eyes, slowly adjusting, look around. The brown painted room is about average size. It fits four teenagers, so it's not too small.

I yawn and grab the iPhone I had gotten for Christmas, just a few weeks before. 8:00 a.m. Ugh. Definitely too early to be up. Oh, well. I can't fall back asleep now.

I toss the blanket off of me and move my body so that my legs are hanging off the side. I get up and grab some clothes. A pair of yoga shorts, blue bikini type underwear, a blue bra to match, and a black tank top.

I make my way into the bathroom. The walls are baby blue and the ceiling is white. The floor is tiled and looks sort of marble; it's grey and white. I lay my clothes on the rack next to the shower. The rack holds 4 towels, wash rags, and now, my clothes.

Each section of ages has their own bathroom. Teenagers have the one I'm in, 4-13 have the one on the second floor, and the toddlers they are potty training have their own. It makes things a whole lot easier.

I pull the shower curtain to the side and turn on the water. After adjusting it so it's perfect, I close the curtain. I pull off my oversized t-shirt and take off my bra, along with my pajama shorts and underwear. I step in the shower and revel in the warmth. I grab my body wash and pour some onto my purple loofa. I rub it all over my body and then rinse it off.

After my shower I get out and dry off. Slipping my shirt over my head, to finish getting dressed, I walk over to the sink and mirror. I brush my hair and blow dry it. After drying it I plug the straightener in. I pull out my make up bag and put on my make up.

After about 10 minutes I start straightening my shoulder length blonde hair. When finished, I put the straightener up and smile at the finished product in the mirror. I grab my dirty clothes and take them down to the laundry.

Living here isn't so bad. I guess it could be worse. I could be in a house getting abused. Or I could be living on the streets. I walk into the room I share with the teens and sit cross legged on my bed. I grab my phone and scroll through my instagram. I have 617 followers. In just a few short weeks. Not bad, I guess.

I take a new picture and click the Brannan filter. My favourite. A few minutes after I upload it, I have 28 new likes.

"Breakfast time!!" I hear downstairs and then the sound of a bell.

**A/N**
Sorry it's short. I didn't know what else to put in it. So, I hope you like this! 5 votes for Chapter 4! Vote/Comment/Fan. The attached picture is her instagram picture(: follow me on instagram! @kirbygreene