I'm Being Adopted by Criss Angel [ Part 1 ]

I am a statistic.
When I came here, I didn't expect to find simpathy. And I didn't.
I just found others, who'd been left, just like me.
Of course, they were all adopted or moved out when they turned of age.
Me, I'm still stuck here. Alone. I'm now directly in the middle; I'm not the oldest, and I'm not the youngest. But I'd been here the longest. Ten years: since I was four.
Being in the middle age group, I don't get much attention. It's like in a family of five: two parents are always fretting over the youngest or the oldest, leaving the middle child, even when they need attention more than anybody else.
But I don't care about their attention. I don't need it... I could care less.
As Prince Zuko from Avatar once said, "All my life I've had to fight and struggle, and it's made me strong -- it's made me who I am." that about sums up my life.
Anyways, getting down to business. I'm fourteen years old and my name is --
"Melissa!" yelled the attendant. "Get down here NOW!"
Yeah. That's me - fourteen year old Melissa Candice James. The anti-social freak at the orphanage that nobody wants to adopt.
"I said NOW!" Mrs. Smith yelled.
Mrs. Smith, as you probably guessed, is the evil attendant. She's horrible when there's nobody around. Especially to me. But when parents come around looking for children, well... think about Professor Umbrige from the 5th Harry Potter movie... she's sickly sweet, and it's easy to see through her act.
Anyways, back to the story...
I walked slowly down the stairs just to annoy her more than she already was.
When I reached the bottom, she grabbed my arm and hissed, "I told you yesterday, today is the one day a year that a lot of parents will come by to adopt children."
Sure, parents can adopt children whenever they please, but, for some reason, a lot of them seem to come on this spacific date. I'm not exactly sure why, though. It's sorta like they all call each other and agree to meet here.
I don't know why she makes me come, nobody's going to adopt me anyways. I know this for a fact, because I've been with three families, and they all sent me back.
"Just... go find a seat. Somewhere." she said, pushing me into the living room.
There were twelve kids in the room, ranging from the age six to seventeen, and I could name them all off: Nicole, 6; Angelina, 7; Andrew, 7; Jason, 9; Cheyanne, 12; Amber, 12; Dominique, 13; Kyler, 14; Steven, 15; Riley, 15; Anna, 16; and Kili, 17. I hated around two-thirds of them. They were jerks, arrogant, selfish, I'm-God's-Gift-To-The-Whole-World, self-indulged, and evil; but the 'best' part was, they most likely were gonna be adopted.
As the parents filed in, I sat in the corner. Kili always said it was amazing that I could just fade into any corner I sat in. I guess that's why none of the parents even looked at me.
I sat with my head against the wall, just staring. I was gonna have to live with this for four more years.
Little did I know, there was somebody scanning the crowd, and his eyes fell upon me. In the corner. Alone.
Kool
"Excuse me," a man said to Mrs. Smith. "Whose that over in the corner?"
Mrs. Smith looked at me, then waved a hand as if to say 'forget her, she's not worth it'. "That's Melissa James."
He walked over to me and bent down to my level. "Hello, Melissa."
When I didn't answer, Kili walked up and tapped him on the shoulder. "You can just forget about talking to her. She's not exactly the "talking type"."
He stood up and went to go talk to her. I didn't expect him to stay, I never do.
*While I Wasn't Paying Attention*
"Then perhaps you could tell me a bit about her." Criss said.
Kili knew everything about me. "Her full name is Melissa Candice James, she's fourteen years old, and she's been in the orphanage longer than any of us. Ten years. Her real parents are in prison for life for child neglect and drug/alcohol abuse." She thought for a minute. "That's all I know about her."
Kool. Number 2 will be out soon!
Number 2 will be out soon!