Adopted by Emma Watson.

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Hi, my name is Charlotte.. I don't really have a last name, you know being in an orphanage and all. I don't really like last names, they are just so.. temperamental. But if anyone was to ask I'd just say Banks, that was my mothers last name, she died when I was younger. My father used to beat me, hence how I ended up in an orphanage to begin with.

But now I am seventeen and I have never been picked, not for being a bad kid or anything, I just was always so scared to leave, I never wanted to be adopted I was always so scared. I would hide.. by hide I mean I would run out of the orphanage and not come back until the night time. The head of the house and I were always close, her name was Mina Rever. We had a rather close friendship.

That's my story I guess, not much to unpack. I've never been the best at telling stories, even though most of the girls I bunk with always ask. Prince and The Princess, you know the whole nine yards.

I guess I could thank the gods, or whatever, for giving me a good orphanage and not one of those really fucked up ones. That would suck- I think.

Anyways not that we got that out of the wall, I was walking down to the kitchen to grab myself some snacks, because that's what I normally do. I was on my way out stuffing my face with a giant muffin when I slammed into someone.

"Jesus Christ, are you ok?" I asked, looking at how the hell I just knocked over. She was pretty, stood around 5'4 maybe 5'5, fantastic brown hair, pretty brown eyes, she was gorgeous.

"Yeah. I am sorry I just got lost, do you um, know where the office might be?" she asked, in a pretty British accent, she wasn't from around here.

"Um, sure, it's complicated I must warn, go up those stairs, two lefts, then a right, then another left, but sometimes the stairs move- I'm just kidding after the left, there should be another set of stairs, two rights, then two more rights, then a left, and then another set of stairs, four rights, two lefts, one u turn and then you should be there," I let out all in one breath. She smiled amused. Pretty.

"Well, seeing as I wasn't prepared for any of that information could you just show me um?" she asked. Of course I could show this gorgeous lady where the hell to go.

"Mmhmm, Charlie" I said.

"Thanks Charlie," she smiled. Pretty again.

I began to lead the way, after arriving I was dismissed. I may have been older, but I still had chores, and I got stuck on rotations with this nitwit Callus picked his nose, and sometimes shoved his own hand down his pants to scratch- you know what, let's not go there. You get the idea, there are around sixty-two girls, fifty-seven boys. Boys come and go, they get picked more than the girls. If you were to ask me why that was I certainly do not have an answer for you, for I am never here when we need to get picked.

I always make up some excuse and I can see my excuse list is wearing rather thin, the next adoption day that comes up, I better have a good one or I might not be able to miss out on it. But I have a feeling that might not happen.

I am seventeen now so the chances of me getting chosen are very little, I am what I like to call a low risk victim, or at least I like to think that. Older kids rarely get picked, it's normally the younger kids.

Who knows.