You sighed looking at the book held in your sweaty palms, someone had come in to adopt people around your age,12-13.
You heard every girl being called out one by one, you were called next and walked out shyly.
There was a boy wearing a hat and a big baggy red sweatshirt, he smiled. "Hello, I'm Calvin." You didn't put your hand out knowing how sweaty it probably was.
"I'm (y/n)," you said waving. He chuckled, he seemed to like you. "Sir trust me, you don't want her. She's a freak."
Calvin looked at the lady at the front desk, aka Mrs.Bailey looking very annoyed, "that's your opinion."
"Well (y/n) tell me about you." The man smiled kindly and looked at you with his big brown eyes.
"I'm (y/n) (l/n) I love the color (f/c) I'm obsessed with (f/s) and watched all the seasons, YouTube is awesome and I really love-"
"I think that's quite enough (y/n)! You know I told you not to talk so much!" Mrs.Bailey snapped angrily.
You looked down, "sorry Mrs.Bailey won't happen again." Mrs.Bailey nodded. "Good, now go get that angel Payton for me please."
You nodded and ran off to find Payton, "hey freak!" Yelled Payton and she threw a pillow at you. You stumbled back and one of Payton's friends grabbed her arm.
"Get the freak! Get the freak!" They all cheered. Some people grabbed at (y/n)'s hair and others tugged on her arms.
(Y/n) cried as they tossed her around and hit her and laughed like it was some fucked up game.
Someone grabbed you by the throat when a man's voice was heard. "PUT HER DOWN!" Yelled the voice.
The people dropped you and you looked up, it was the man with the brown hair. He walked over and picked you up bridal style.
"Are you alright?!" He asked, your body stung. He turned and walked you downstairs, "Mrs.Bailey, I'm adopting (Y/N)."
Your (E/C) eyes widen.
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Adopted By LeafyIsHere
Fanfiction(Y/n) was the shy and quiet type, she was depressed and tried to commit suicide a few times ever since her parents left her at age 5. One day (y/n) was sitting in her room reading when her name was called over the intercom. "(Y/N) (L/N)! COME TO TH...
