I always thought I'll be stuck in this crappy adoption center. Only having 4 friends who are living the best lives ever, while I'm here in the hell hole. My life use to be on surviving, being bullied and teased. I wished on everything. I wishes on eyelashes, stars, wishing wells and fountains, even at 11:11. For 10 years, I wanted to be adopted by a loving, fun, family. Then one day, five pop stars showed up. When it happened, I imagined myself being adopted by them. Travelling the world with them, meeting fans, and of course, dealing with hate.  It would be worth it though. But then again, there are a ton of better kids for them. I'm messed up, a freak. a monster. When they decided, I never thought in a hundred years, I would hear my name being called and told to pack up. I thought I waited long enough. I forgot the motto. Mostly, not even a day passed, and it happened. It all started when One Direction adopted me.