Unwnted
"Wasn't that her seventh home?" Whispered Linsey.
"She's hopeless..." whispered the adults. I cupped my hands around my ears, trying to drown out the sound. My seventh adoptive parents had returned me this morning after I released rats into their family restaurant. They yelled at me the whole car ride here and called me "the devil's child". I sighed to myself. I looked out the window at the passing cars when one pulled into the parking lot. Two women and a man got out of the car. Whatever, I thought not paying them any more attention. I instead drew my attention to the crowd of kids circling me.
