Take Back Your Misery

I complained to the adoption center lady over and over again. " WHY DO I HAVE TO GO TO THIS FRICKEN THERAPY APPOINTMENT! YOU GUYS ARE NOT MY PARENTS YOU CANT MAKE ME DO ANYTHING! " the secretary glared at me. " Time out room. Now " she said angrily. I growled under my breath. I'm 17. They can't tell me what to do. I went into the room but within 5 minutes a girl came in and took me into the therapy room. I sat down and scowled. An older lady came into the room and sat next to me. " now I'd like you to start off with your name and how you look " I glared " but you can see me so why do I have to tell you how I look. " she rolled her eyes at me ' excuse me? ' I thought. " just do it! " I sighed " My name's Sky and " she interrupted me " no last name? " she asked. I grumbled. " I don't have a last name! " I practically yelled. I hate my parents and despise the name they gave me. " as I was saying. I have blonde hair which I'm planing to dye pastel blue and I have normal eyebrows I guess. My eyes are hazel and I hate them cause they never look pretty enough. I have dimples and a really pale complexion. I'm fat and ugly. I hate myself. Anything else you need to know about me before I yell profanities? " I challenged. She scowled " no that's fine. That's all for today. " she left the room. And I sighed. I hate therapy. I went back into my room and changed into some decent clothes considering that some groups were coming in to adopt kids. I wore a Pierce The Veil shirt and black skinny jeans with my black on black vans. I put on all my bracelets and stuck a razor in my back pocket. I straightened my hair quickly and went into the lunch room, waiting for the bell to ring signaling us to go to the adoption room. I ate half an apple and threw away the other half. The bell rang and I made my way to the room. I sat in the last seat and waited for the adopters to look through the kids. Of course I would t get picked. I'm the ugliest of all the kids. First a couple came in. They went through all the kids and picked a young girl who was 5 years old. Next a guy with tattoos came in with another guy who had red hair. I stared at them as they looked at the kids before me and frowned. They finally came to me. The guy with many tattoos smiled. I felt like I knew them from somewhere. " Is it okay if we adopt you? " he asked nicely. I smiled and nodded shyly. He filled out the paper work while I packed my bags. I could see the secretary trying to talk the guys out of adopting me but they wouldn't budge. I packed all my stuff including my iHome and my skateboard. I went outside and saw the man standing there smiling and waiting. " here let me help you " the other man said, taking my bag. They walked me to a car and I sat down in the back. As they started to drive away I smiled for the first time in 3 months. I actually got adopted and I don't think I'm ever gonna be taken back.

Notes

Hey guys! My names Alex ( bands-and-barricades ) and I'm here to bring you a great story!!! If you want to read my other stories just press on my username down below to see them. Thanks! Next chapter will be coming soon and sorry for this one being so short! Byes!