I was getting sooooooooooooooo bored. I was so bored, bored didn't begin to describe it. I mean, when George and Martha came to get me out of my orphanage, I was grateful and everything, but I had been here for months, and even though it's probably only been a few weeks, my boredom, and my ADHD, was so extreme that I was beginning to miss school. School. When that happens, you know you've gone mentally ill.
Let me give you some background: my name is Suzy. I'm 16 years old and have been in an orphanage for 15 of 'em. Suddenly, a husband and his wife, George and Martha, came and adopted me. They took me here, to Zion National Park. Have you ever been to Zion? If you haven't, I'll give a go at describing it to you; there are giant egg-shaped mountains surrounding what I tried to consider my home: a town so small it shouldn't even be called a town, more like a small collection of mostly shops, a few hotels, and some houses that were full of elderly people trying to make something out of their retirement. I was, probably, permanentaly in one of those hotels. I knew that there was somehow enough teenagers in this place that there was a school, and I was desperate enough, but I was kinda putting off talking with Martha about it. Martha was already like a mother to me, even though I've only been her 'child' for a few weeks, and she was slightly overprotective. She said that she and George couldn't have babies, and that she has been waiting for adoption for a long time, but she said other stuff that didn't make sense. Like I said, she's already like a mother to me, but one of the awesome moms who makes you feel warm inside just by the thought of her, and, as is necessary for one of the awesome-moms-who-make-you-feel-warm-just-by-the-th ought, she brushed my hair, but while she did she said that stuff that didn't make sense: things like "It doesn't matter what Hermes said. We can keep you safe. We don't need to send you to camp. That he would even suggest the thing! He knows what they would do to you." Then I would respond, "What do you mean?" And she would say, "Nothing, nothing.."
George was more like my big brother than my dad. He joked around, teased me, and always seemed hungry. Oh, I should probably how opposite George and Martha looked. George had honey blond hair and a face that looked way younger than he said he was, and there was always mischief in his eye. He wore a pair of khaki pants with deep brown blowfers and a untucked light green button up shirt. Martha wore a black pants-suit with a deep green button up shirt. Martha had hair so dark- brown that it was almost red, and they both had green eyes. I told Martha that she and George looked like a couple from a postcard, then she looked at me weird and said "What's that?"
"Nevermind." I said