Another day, another child adopted. But, sadly that child is never me. Never. 

You'd think that being here for 4 years would have gotten me adopted by now. But boy, was I wrong, way wrong.

I'm a thirteen year old girl. My name is Kaylee pilon, and I have brown hair that goes to my mid-thigh. I have brown eyes, I'm 5'5 and I'm really good at gymnastics, art, and other things. But nobody seems to like me.

I stared at my ceiling and thought about how happy and lucky kids are with their real parents, when suddenly the announcement speaker said,"guess what girls and boys! One lucky girl or boy will be picked to be adopted by a man! He will be coming in an hour, so please go take a shower and get dressed! Thank you."

I yawned, as it's only 8:00Am and I swung my legs to the edge of the bed, and pushed myself off the bed, and made my way to my small suitcase filled with my shirts and pants and undergarments, and pulled out a matching black bra and underwear, a pair of white jeans, and a camouflage sweater, and put it on my bed and undressed. I wasn't going to take a shower. It's not like I'm going to be adopted anyway... I grabbed my clothes and put them on, and unlocked my bedroom door, closed it, and walked downstairs and down the stairs.