I stormed into my room, slamming my door shut. My room mate, Jennifer, looked up from her book.

"I'm guessing it didn't go well." she said putting her bookmark in the book.

"You guess right." I replied hotly. I had seen so many adults and none of them wanted me! Why was it so hard for teenagers to be adopted? I pushed my bangs out of my eyes and sat down on my bed.

I'm fourteen years old. I have short brown hair with bangs that are always getting in my gray eyes. My parents were killed in a fire when I was eight. Since then I was always a little moody.

I stood up and opened the door just as George walked past following a.... ball of light? "Jen," I gestered for Jennifer to come over "look." I pointed at George who had gone farther down the hall "What do you think it is?" she shrugged

"I don't know but I'm going to make sure it's not someone trying to trick him." she walked out into the hall just as George turned the corner. I sighed  before following.

The End

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