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Adopted By Janiel

janielforever26

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Reads 12,689
Votes 198
Parts 28
Time 2h 32m

janielforever26

drama fanfic happy loving sad

Hi my name is Natalie Johnson .I am 15 years old.And i've been at an orphanage for about 10 years now.I was on a stage with my friend because it was adoption day and, once I looked up I  saw 2 very familiar faces walking toward me and saying something i've never heard in my life.
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(Btw this story involves a lot of drama and sadness)All Rights Reserved

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Baby, Don't Cry

I'm Mariana Torres, and I'm 15 years old. Not that it matters anyway. Most people wouldn't even take the time to hear my name, I guess I'm just not important. Well, that's what my mom says anyway. I wouldn't call my life the best. If you count being abused daily at home and at school the best, then maybe it is. I'm always bullied at school, even though I don't physically or mentally hurt anyone, they just love to mess with me. Some kids say I'm better off dead, and sometimes, I believe it. I guess you'll hear more about later, that is if you care enough. I could always use someone to listen, better yet... a friend. Trigger Warning