Safety (Z.M)

Being an orphan my whole life has been hard, knowing my mom and my dad didn't want me is even harder.

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I sat on my bathroom floor crying. I muffled most of my cries but some I couldn’t. I stopped crying once I heard someone’s footsteps, “Are you okay Hope?” Jen asked; I lived in a group home, we have 7 people living here; Me, Rose, Jen, Liv, Mariana, MaKayla, and Ryder. Jen is the youngest, she is 9. I’m the oldest and I’m 17. “Yeah.” I answered hoping she would leave.

A lot has been going on here lately, Jen is getting adopted and so is Mariana. I guess I’m just jealous at the fact they are. I always have hoped that someone would want to adopt me but I’m almost 18 who would? I stood up and looked in the mirror. I didn’t look to bad except I had red puffy eyes, and my long brown hair was in a mess. I sighed before grabbing my foundation brush and began applying foundation across my whole face. I’d always wanted to be a beautician, I loved make-up and hair.

After I was done with my foundation I applied a quick winged eyeliner before I curled my hair. Today we all we going to explore New York before we went to a One Direction concert. I was excited, I liked One Direction a little but, the other girls were crazy for them.  Once I was done I took a quick look in the mirror, it didn’t look like I had been crying at all. I smiled and walked out of the bathroom.

I sat on my bathroom floor crying. I muffled most of my cries but some I couldn’t. I stopped crying once I heard someone’s footsteps, “Are you okay Hope?” Jen asked; I lived in a group home, we have 7 people living here; Me, Rose, Jen, Liv, Mariana, MaKayla, and Ryder. Jen is the youngest, she is 9. I’m the oldest and I’m 17. “Yeah.” I answered hoping she would leave.

A lot has been going on here lately, Jen is getting adopted and so is Mariana. I guess I’m just jealous at the fact they are. I always have hoped that someone would want to adopt me but I’m almost 18 who would? I stood up and looked in the mirror. I didn’t look to bad except I had red puffy eyes, and my long brown hair was in a mess. I sighed before grabbing my foundation brush and began applying foundation across my whole face. I’d always wanted to be a beautician, I loved make-up and hair.

After I was done with my foundation I applied a quick winged eyeliner before I curled my hair. Today we all we going to explore New York before we went to a One Direction concert. I was excited, I liked One Direction a little but, the other girls were crazy for them.  Once I was done I took a quick look in the mirror, it didn’t look like I had been crying at all. I smiled and walked out of the bathroom.

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So, I have another story (The Voice), but it's on hold for a little bit. This is a brand new story, I hope you guys like it. Please fan me, heart this and comment. <3 (4 hearts and I will publish chapter one. Please tell me what you think, or if I had messed up at all <3)

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