My life: In the hell hole or will it change?

Chapter 1

Tory's pov

Hey, yeah you my names Tory and let me tell you living in an adoption center is the worst thing on this planet! I'm sixteen years old and I've been sent back because i'm either "not good enough for the family" or children's aid puts me back in here. I'm '5'4' and i have long blonde hair with beautiful blue eyes. You're probably wondering "why is such a beautiful girl still in a place like this?". Well i've been abused, neglected, and more. Today is another boring day where no one and i repeat no one will want me. So as usual i take my iPhone that i had to buy myself and just listen to music. I walk down stairs and see families in the waiting room, then go onto the stage where we are suppose to go. Then Miss.Brown tells us to get into places, i ignore her anyway and just sit there waiting and listening to my music.

"places girls and don't forget to smile!" Miss.Brown told us.

As Miss.Brown greeted everyone that came in no one would even look at me so i just walked back up to my room instead of sitting down stairs where i'm not wanted.

"Tory!" Miss.Brown furiously yelled at me

Everyone was gone at this point, great what beating will i get today? I thought.

"what?" I asked annoyed.

"you don't ever walk out of the waiting room like that again! Just because your a disgrace dosen't mean you have to make the other girls look bad!" She yelled.

"whatever, why would i want to be in a room where no body wanted me? And i'm not a disgrace you just don't like me because of how many times i get returned here!" I stormed off after saying this.

before i could get far Miss. Brown grabbed my arm. i tried to get out but i couldn't.

"you listen to me, you little b***h! don't even think about coming down for dinner! and no one wants you because you're a fatty!" she smacked me in the face after saying this

i hate it here! i was crying by this point not because she smacked me but because i'm never going to be apart of the perfect family like i dream of. so i walk upstairs and go into my room and lock the door, i take off my bracelets and get my razors. 1, for being abused,2, for not being wanted,3, for being fat. it hurt really bad but it made me feel so good afterwards. i cleaned up my cuts and put my razors back in their box and back under my bed. i put my bracelets back on and unlock my door so no one knows what happened. if your wondering i have 100 cuts all together. since i don't share a room because i'm too old too, i grab my secret stash of sour gummy worms, from my closet.

*next morning*

i wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. since apparently we have to look nice because more people are coming i just throw on my pink Chicago sweater and black sweat pants. other teenage girls live here too and they look like they just seen a ghost until i look out in the waiting room and see...

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A/N

Hey guys! i hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

-liv