× Adopted ×

×Chapter 1×

A/N

My OCs Look is based off Actress, Nina Dobrev. The video is this books trailer!

Also I am re-editing this book and I changed the OCs name from Holly to Hazel. So if you see the name Holly in any edited chapters, scream at me.

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Sighing with boredom that covered the sadness that I truly felt. I enter the same old building that I have been living in for the past 2 years of my life.

I am aged 17 and soon to be 18 in a couple of months, I don't like my birthday and I haven't celebrated it since the Mission City 'Terrorist' attack.

A lot of people ask why and it is simply because the day I lost everything, was my birthday and it didn't help that I knew it wasn't a terrorist attack. That just made the idea of it, hurt more.

I saw them...Creatures... Red eyed Robotic monsters. They are monsters. They ruined my life and killed everything I loved.

They have destroyed me and no one freaking believed me.

I never have been adopted and I am not planning on it either. I don't want another family, just for them to leave me in the end. I am not letting some random stranger just take over my life and replace my family. That is not happening. It won't happen.

I purposely cause trouble in the adoption centre and act rude in front of the adopters so they won't choose me. It has worked so far and Maybe it isn't the nicest way to treat people that only want to help me, but I didn't want their help...I didn't deserve it.

Plus the old lady that runs this place literally hates me and pretty much just threw me out 20 minutes ago for bad manners. Told me to go get a life instead of being a spoiled little girl, which made my teeth grind in anger. I wasn't 'spoiled' and I wasn't 'little'.

I looked around the empty room I entered, the toddlers that run around here must be having lunch time and I was so not for that.

It doesn't help that I am the oldest child here. The rest are between the ages of 1-14 years of age. None of them talk to me and I know it is because I keep to myself, but I like it that way...

You can't get hurt if you don't let anyone in.

"Hazel Lee Thomsan Get here and have some lunch!" A screeched voice boomed towards me. Obviously very over the fact that I still existed to annoy her.

Ignoring the womans demand, I scurried up the old wooden steps that creaked every time you stepped on them. I headed to my 'room' and face planted into my 'bed' with much attitude. Maybe I am being childish, but maybe I'm just not in the mood for food either.

Closing my eyes, I hoped to drift into a peaceful sleep. For it to be ruined inatantly when I heard footsteps run into my room and the bell of the front desk ringing.

"Get up! Get up! Adopters are here Hazel!" There I have it. 4 year old children bouncing on the end of my bed, there were about 6 of them.

All I wanted to do was sleep.

I groaned in annoyance. The kids knew this pissed me off and did this purposely to just have a good reaction from me.

"Stop it!" I yell at them in bitterness. Lifting my head off the pillow, I glared at the children with a fierce look of hatred, making them simply giggle and run off.

"Hurry up slow poke!" One screamed while laughing, her light footsteps easily heard as she ran down the steps.

"ugh! I am coming!" I will happily deny the fact that I moved faster because of the childish insult. No my feet defiantly did not move faster at all.