"Andilena!" I shoot out of bed, only to be scared once again with the shrill sound of giggling from my roommate.

"Gillian... what do you want?" I ask, rubbing my eyes and clearing my throat a few times.

"Adoption day, darling. Not that you'll ever be picked, but you still have to go down there. Jenny said so!" She sneered, then skipped out of the room. Jenny is our foster mom person, but she's not as bad as everyone else here.

I sigh heavily, then head to the bathroom to take a shower. I don't want to do this again... maybe if I stay behind everyone else, I won't be noticed. But then again, that never works out very well.

I finish getting ready, then head downstairs to where everyone else is. I stay in the shadows, though, with my headphones in. The soft sound of Savior by Black Veil Brides comes through, instantly calming me. I don't do well with people...

Jenny walks in and looks around the room, making sure everyone is here. She smiles softly at me, but I can't remember how to smile so I just looked down and swept my hair over my face. I have naturally curly hair that's dirty blond-red-ish, but I straighten and dye it a lot.

"Well, everyone. We have a young couple coming by today. They're..different. They're musicians, but you mustn't judge them by their looks. They're very sweet, but if you don't have anything nice to say to them, don't say anything at all. They should be arriving soon, so get ready please." And with that, she walks away.

I sit down on the floor in the corner and pull my knees to my chest. I take my notebook out and start doodling for a while. There's nothing I need to do to get ready for today's meeting. They never pick me anyways, so why should I try anymore? I keep my head down in hopes of not bothering anyone, but someone always finds me.

"Andilena... why are you even down here? It's not like they'll ever pick you. You're just a stupid freak who cuts herself. How long has it been, again? I can't remember.. wait. It wasn't last night, was it?" Daniel, one of the other kids around my age here, says harshly then starts laughing and walks away.

I lower my head even more. I hate this place so much. I haven't relapsed in a few weeks, but no one cares. All they see when they look at me are all of my mistakes. That's what I've grown to see in myself too, but I know that I'm so much more than that. I just can't get my past out of my head long enough to do better.

I hear the door open, and am instantly filled with panic and dread. I know Jenny said they were different, but that doesn't mean anything. I'll never be good enough for any of the parents looking to adopt. I can hear footsteps coming to a halt near me, but I don't dare look up. I'm too afraid.

"Nice drawing." I hear a deep voice say, then the person starts chuckling. It sounds so much like...but no! It couldn't be.. I look up and gasp. The person who came over is..

Notes

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I own nothing but the made up characters, and the text. Also, I'm updating from my phone and for some reason, it won't let me indent the paragraphs. I'm sorry for this, but I have no control over it. I've left space in between the paragraphs in hopes it will help at least a little.