For the first few weeks, a couple would come every day to the orphanage. But after the first few weeks they only came once, twice a week. It was clear none of the couples wanted a girl like me. My dad had never been a part of my life. He had left when my mum told him, she was pregnant. And well, my mum used to be the nicest happiest person you could meet. Up until about 6 months ago when she went out camping like she always did on her weekends. I didn't go that time. I had some silly and now pointless project due for school on the coming Monday. I stayed home and for the first time ever mum didn't come home. After about a month of looking for her, the police found her body. They said she had most likely been killed by some kind of bear. I knew my mum would have come home if she could have. I had dealt with my mum's death before they had found her body. But then the real news hit me. Something I hadn't thought about.
I was an orphan. I would have to live in an orphanage until a couple adopted me. But it had been 6 months since my mum's body was found and 5 months of that I have been in this orphanage. The couples had stopped coming to see if they would like to look after me but I didn't care anymore. I knew now my only way out was to wait until my 18th birthday. Then I was legally an adult and could live without anyone's help.
Today, I had an interview with a young new couple, who were new to using this adoption service. I had stopped trying to remember their names. It's not like they bother to remember my name anyway and there is only one of me. I was told I should still dress well for the new couples that came through the orphanage looking for a child to look after. Mary, the lady who ran this orphanage had given me the couple's folder. It still sat on the table next to my bed where she had put it down. I had just 1 hour before they arrived not that it really mattered. I pulled open my cupboard throwing on the first goodish pair of clothed that came into view. The clothes were me, a plan black top that if worn with jewellery would be a very nice top and my old jeans. They had a rip or two in them from me falling over time and time again but that was me everything I had ever cared about had been taken away from me. It was like someone thought it would be fun to see how far they could push someone before they fell apart? How many people they could lose before they give up?