I Can't Change

Alice is almost 18 years old. But she was stuck in the orphanage for one more week. And she got adopted by a man names Paul. What happens?


1. leaving

Hi. My name is Alice. You don't need to know my last name because that's not important. So anyway I've got (dyed) black hair down to my waist. Blue eyes and I'm eighteen in a week and two days. You could say I'm goth but I'm not. Really other than dying my hair black I'm a normal person. I've been this way for about two years. I've never been one to wear bright colors. Yellow. No. Never in a million years. Orange. Hardly. Only if I have a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. Which I have on to day. The other colors are kinda ok. So. I bet your wondering why I'm doing this. You see I've never been one to fit in per say. And it kinda took a toll on me and I decided that instead of fighting it I'd give them a real reason to make fun of me. I never had someone to talk to. My mom and dad pasted away. My mom died when I was ten and my dad when I was fifteen. My dad and I had a special bond. But I lost it. I went to a orphanage that was supposedly top of the line. Don't get me wrong it is. I just hate it. But I'm moving out because some guy named Paul adopted me. Even though I'm an almost legal adult. And that's actually why he wanted me. Probably like some rapist but hey anything to get out of this dump. Right? I'm also rather shy when it comes to being around boys. Especially around my age. So I know your wondering what I think of this boy band that everyone's into One Direction. Honestly. Their music is fine. It's not the best ever but it's ok. Do I have a favorite no. No I do not. Please I'm not that huge of a fan. So yeah. That's all you need to know about me so let's get a move on to the story. That is what you want to read..... I hope.

 *actual chapter*

 I'm packing up all the last minute stuff. An I'm wearing the leather jacket and orange tank top with shinny black stretch pants. I put on a pair of black stilettos. I'm currently doing my eyes. It's thick but not the gonna kill you thick. I smack on some lipstick and throw that into my bag. I go over all the stuff and Mary comes in with my plane ticket to England. I live in Cincinnati, Ohio. Well as of today. I thank her and I leave. With my huge black suite case and I take a cab that was called for me.

Believe it or not. I actually have a lot of money. I work in a recording studio. And that job pays pretty well. I get to the air port thank the cab diver give him the money and I walk in. I go threw security and bag check. I didn't bring a purse because I have no need for one. I walk to the gate and wait for like ten minutes. They call my boarding group and I look at my ticket. First class. Guy must be rich. I take my laptop and shove my phone on a coat pocket. I walk up to the plane and a fight attendant directs me to my seat. I immediately get stares from everyone.

"Take a picture it will last longer." I say and I sit in my seat. They have pull out tables. Cool. The plane lifts and were told we can use our electronic devices and use the complimentary wifi. I put my headphones on and listen to my music. This I gonna be a long flight. I brought my own pillow.

I've flown before many times.

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