Adopted: Why me? by Ronnea Stiles (children's ebooks free online TXT) 📖

We had just come from getting stuff for my room. Marian tried to talk while we were out shopping, but she really was just talking to herself. I decided to only say little. Never get close to people because their the main people who will send you back in a heartbeat just like the Hallins. I had started to paint my room so then I could put the rest of my stuff in here after it dried. My room was painted black, of course. I sat in the middle of the floor, the floor was a hard reddish brown wood. My room looked so much smaller with nothing in it. My dirty black hands and my dirty black tee. I wiped my hands on my shirt and laid back on the floor. My back hurt but sometimes I like to feel the pain, especially when I'm in the mood. I looked at my ceiling, remembering the days with the Olsens, how they had a nice pink room painted for me. How I hate it deep down inside, but that was my first adopted family. I thought I was going to be with them forever, I thought they loved me, but I was wrong, I was out of there two weeks from when they got me. I was only 7, back to the orphanage. Young Mrs. Wilkinson asked them what I had done. Mrs. Olsens remark was that I was a lousy and ungrateful little girl and needed to be trained not to flirt with older men, but she didn't know what really happened or how devastated I was. I never wanted to hurt her or be ungrateful, it's just when you grow up too fast things happen, that little girl that was left is now a rotten tomato. I started to weep as Mrs. Olsens hard hands hit my face back and forth, hit after hit, I started to squirm as a flashback came.

Flashback:

"What were you doing in Mr. Olsens office Rahnee!?"
"Nothing he asked for me Mrs. Olsen I promise".
Mrs.Olsen looked at me with her bold green eyes. Her long brown hair hung down her back and her bold red lipstick scared the hell out of me. She gripped the belt tighter to her hands as she grabbed my chin and forced me to look into her surreptitious eyes.
"Tell me the truth Rahnee!"
"I promise Mrs. Olsen!"
Tears ran from my eyes as Mrs. Olsen looked at me close.
"Pull down your pants".
More tears fell hard like a waterfall as I pulled down my pants. My short black hair was now sweaty tangled strands. I bent over as a hard belt buckle hit my butt.
"Ah!"
I wailed in pain.
She was so stupid. I loathed Mrs. Olsen, she always beat me but never did she listen to me of what I had to say. I can hear her words rang in my head.
"You're a lousy bitch. I'm sending yo ass back tomorrow morning!"

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"Rahnee open the door!"
I woke up, sweat covered my whole body, I got up and wiped my face. My heart beated fast.
"Rahnee are you OK!?"
I walked to the door and opened it, there stood Gale. Worry was written all over his face. He looked at me with concern. My heart start to slow down when I noticed I wasn't back at the Olsens household.
"Sorry I was acting a part".
Relief formed on his face.
"I thought something happened".
"No sorry".
"Marian and the boys went to get pizza they'll be back. In the meantime wipe all that paint off your face".
He chuckled then walked away. I closed the door and walked into the bathroom, I looked in the mirror, black paint was all on my cheeks and eyes, must had smeared when I wiped my watery eyes. I washed my face and hands getting fifty percent of the paint off, I then start to decorate.
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I looked around my room, my my my it was beautiful. I had three pink drawers, a black bed spread, black laundry basket, black curtains, and a black desk with a pink chair. On my walls were posters of all sorts of bands, quotes, and famous people. This was finally my room. Lastly I had a black carpet on the floor. I laid on my bed when I heard Marian call me. I got up and headed to the kitchen. I sat down, everyone decided to already eat, I grabbed four slices and start to gobble them down.
"Slow down. The food is still here".
Ron said. I rolled my eyes, he did the same.
"Hey Rahnee?"
"Yes Marian?"
"School starts in two days for you so we can get you some supplies and new clothes tomorrow".
"What's wrong with my clothes?"
Everyone looked at me.
"Hunny have you heard black is not in style this season".
I stopped eating my pizza and glared at her. Anger filled my insides.
"I like my clothes".
"Yea but you need new ones and more colors than just black".
I got up and threw my pizza across the table, everyone jumped.
"Go ahead. Send me back. I like my clothes. I don't need new clothes. Just send me back already!"
I ran all the way upstairs to my room, I slammed the door and buried myself in my pillows. It's only been two days and already they're trying to change me. God I hate life. I hate me.

"Rahnee".
Someone called while walking into my room. I sat up in my bed to face Derek. His brown hair was nicely combed and his eyes showed concern.
"What?"
"You ok?"
"I know I'm crazy ok . . . should I get packing?"
Derek sat in the chair.
"Marian was just teasing. She didn't know you were gonna get mad like that . . . she felt so bad. She just thought you'd want some new clothes".
"Sorry I overreacted I guess I took it the wrong way . . . if it really means the world to her I'll get some new clothes".
Derek smiled, I gave him a fake smile back.
"Great I'll tell her and look, we're really glad you're here".
I shook my head as Derek got up and walked out. I felt relieved, for once somebody understood me.
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We drove silently, until Marian turned the radio on. It was just her and I heading to the mall to get my school stuff. We had already gotten supplies. Today was the coldest day I'd had in a long time. Fog crept on the window, you could hear the wind whooshing back and forth outside. Thankgod the heat was on. I could see the trees leaves falling then moving from the wind. I spelled my name on the window.
"I use to do that when I was little". Marian said. I tugged on my black sweatshirt, my hair was down and my bangs were getting longer. I re-painted my nails all black.
"Marian I want to say sorry for yesterday. I didn't . . . "
Marian cut me off.
"It's ok things happen. I shouldn't have stepped out of line like that. You're fifteen, you have the right to wear whatever".
"You didn't send me back. Why?"
"Please for that, Rahnee you're a teenage girl that's what you guys do".
We both chuckled.
"Yea I guess".
"Look don't worry I'll let you pick out anything you want ok?"
I smiled.
"Yea ok".
"Alright".
We both giggled. I needed to stop, never get too close.
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Marian had picked a thousand different shirts in all different colors. I picked black pants, boots, shirts, and more black nail polish. Marian held up a pink hoodie. I nooded my head as she placed it in the shopping bag. I was only saying yes but I really wasn't going to wear this unless she asked about it. I found a grey shirt, I placed that in the bag. Marian had bought me five pair of adidas so I wouldn't be shoeless. I found some more black and blue pants so I put those in the bag.
"I think we're finished".
"Yea".
I agreed.
"OK let's go to checkout".
"Alright".
Finally I thought.
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We walked out the mall with bags loads of stuff. The wind swept hard on my pale face making it turn all red. We got in the black BMW and headed home. To the place I stay.
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Derek helped me take the bags upstairs to my room while Marian got dinner ready. She wanted to celebrate my first day of school, which is tomorrow. I thought it was a bit much but she didn't. We put my last bag on the bed.
"Marian went all the way out for you". "Yea I guess".
Derek looked at me close, when Ron walked into my room. He rolled his eyes at me, I rolled mine back. Ron then walked up to Derek and whispered something in his ear. "No" I heard Derek say.
"You want to hang with the emo!"
Ron yelled. I gasped, they both looked at me.
"I am not emo!"
"You know what, I wish your crazy ass wasn't here!"
Ron got in my face, his tenacious blue eyes stared me right in mine.
"Fuck yourself!" I hollered loud. "You're fucking crazy".
Ron said while backing away. He turned to face Derek he pushed him a little then walked out. I sighed and sat on my bed. I needed to be alone, I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy, I blocked out and my mind zipped to the Callwells household.

Flashback:

"She's crazy mom, send her back!"
Mario yelled. He was sixteen I was thirteen at the time and we weren't getting along for shit. He thought he was better than me, he hurt me, and here Mrs. Callwell is feeding right into his shit. I can hear Mr. Callwell calling the orphanage. I sat in the bathroom rocking in the dark while dried tears covered my face. I'm shaking, scared of what will happen to me. All I hear back and forth is, "She's crazy", "She's crazy". My mind can't take it. I shake and shake trembling to move. "She's crazy". I hear again. I start to beat my head to get that word out. I can't though. I was ready to leave. At the time my hair was long and I had an eyebrow and belly piercing. Boys at school would call me a freak and bother me. I'm so fucked up I thought. I was use to being hurt so I wasn't surprised when Mario and his friends came into . . .
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I woke up to someone yanking me, it was Derek. He looked so adorable right now. His brown hair fell in a million complicated curls which I wanted to run my hands through.