Hi, I'm Dylan, Dylan Rose to be exact apparently my last name was Dean but who cares when you've been in an adoption center for 10 years.
All I remember from that night is my mom telling me that we were playing hide and seek so I went and hid and next thing I know I'm being picked up by a strange lady and carried into a building.
I soon learned that the building was an adoption center and that my mom ditched me.
Well enough of that sappy shit. I'm 5'6 I have medium length light brown hair and hazel eyes.
I've never had a cell phone, what would I do with it, I have no friends.
3 years is a long time to wait, I've spent 10 years in here I can do another 3 just until I'm a legal adult and can leave.
The "Worden
" as I call her here is a bitch.
I just hope I get adopted soon.
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FanfictionI'm 15 years old. I live in the adoption center and have sence my parents ditched me when I was 5. I'm hopeing to get adopted soon, I know that will never happen though, who wants a 15 year old girl with a guys name? Well lets see shall we?
