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Hello, my name is Ashley. And according to what they told me, I was left when I was a baby here in orphanage.

Of course, seeing other children and being a child too, I hoped to be adopted, but that was only until I was 14 years old. I noticed that people only liked to adopt babies and children until at least 5 years of age.

And I gave up believing that one day I would be adopted, seeing that no one adopted us and the other girls of my age.

Whenever some couple was interested in me, they left the board already giving up on me, or adopting another child.

So what interests me now is to finish my studies and get out of here, as soon as I start working and have some money.

At lunchtime, the director warned that a very rich and important family would come, wanting to adopt someone.

That is, another couple to deceive people.

But it seems I'm the only one who thinks like that, since the girls were all happy and agitated, leaving the cafeteria and food behind, to get ready.

They all left the cafeteria, except me who ate in no hurry, after all, I knew I wouldn't be adopted, then why waste food?

While I was eating, director Velásquez showed up and came to talk to me.

- What's going on, darling? Why wasn't you getting ready? - asked, sitting in front of me and talking to your usual docile voice.

- Nothing happens. - I answered by turning the food with the fork. - I just don't see the need to stop eating for nothing. - I conclude by looking at her that after I speak it, turnt her face into a neutral, and strange one, by chance difficult to decipher.

- Who knows this time isn't your turn, my dear? - she says smiling.

- It won't be. - I answer. - I'm tired of being discarded and asking myself why they abandon me, because whenever I think I'm going to be adopted I'm discarded. Maybe I wasn't born to have parents. - I say putting a food cottage in my mouth.- And it would certainly be stupid if I believe that an extraordinarily rich and important family will want to adopt me, and not even the simplest people wanted me as a daughter. - I say and she smiles amicably at me and intertwines my.

- Don't think so dear, maybe this time everything will change, darling. - she says with a certain trace of mystery in your voice. - Maybe today is your day. - she says smiling at me, but facing me with a certain emotion, which I don't even understand.

- It may be, but I warn you that I will not make any effort to please these rich people there. - I say and she laughs.

- Do as you wish, darling. - she says - You are much more special than you think dear, never forget that. - she says and gets up leaving your sentence in the air before I contest it.

I just ate, and I went to help the ladies in the cafeteria. Who didn't even accept my help and sent for me to prepare. So that's what I did.

When I got to the room, the girls were all cheerful, dressed as dolls, right clothes, making them look sweeter and kinder.

When they saw me, they all looked at me unbelievers, as if they were saying, are you still like this? But who cares?

- Ashley, where were you? - asks Sandra hysterical.

- I was eating. - I answer indifferently.

- They'll arrive in a little while and you're not ready. - says a little agitated and I shoulder, totally indifferent. If I could, I'd be dressed like that, but we don't want to embarrass our dear director, who is a love of a person and makes sure we always wear good clothes.

- Friend, that's our opportunity to try to be adopted, to have a family. - says Priscila enthusiastically. - Don't you be excited? - ask anxiously in the look.

- Not for that. - I say and they look at me unbelievers. - Look, I don't want to be dismantled with pleasures, but what's the use getting excited about if I know I won't be adopted or anything, I'll just end up hitting my face on the floor, again because I believe in people? - I ask, I don't want them to be disappointed later.

- Friend, you should stop being so pessimistic. - says Sandra as if I were the bad guy on the tape.

- I'm not being pessimistic at all, I'm only being realistic to avoid unnecessary depressions because of your stupidity. - I got here, like some of you, baby! A baby, and where are we now? - I bend and they keep quiet for a while.

- Okay, that's okay! - Sandra tries to relieve the aura. - At least go get dressed, sometimes it may be your chance or even ours to be adopted, positive thinking. - says smiling - We know it can be another illusion of ours and all this but trying is never too much! - says Sandra smiling kindly.

- We know you have some reason, just go to see what happens. - she says and I sign surrendering. - Go get dressed and stay friendly show, I heard the director say that they saw with their children, I hope they are beautiful! - says Priscila all cheerful and caught up.

- I'm going to promise, but I don't promise you to dress like you who look like pink rabbits. - I say and they laugh at my comment.

- Alright, go there. - they say and keep getting ready.

I went to the bathroom and took my shower carefree about the time, and honestly I'll go, but I won't waste my time wearing it pleasantly, I think it's better to check their choice - they'll discard me as soon as they see the way I'll be dressed - smiled at my idea. -

I leave the bathroom, go to the room, open my wardrobe and get my black dress that at the top is tight and down is rotated and hit the thigh, I only passed a transparent gloss, smoothed my incredibly black and blue hair, I still don't understand why and how I have some blue threads. I've already questioned, I've never painted my hair, but director Velásquez says it's a rare genetic condition. And that's it, right?

Straights gave a contrast until beautiful with the dress, I put on some very robust black shoes, slightly aggressive accessories, just so as not to get too in a vacuum I spent any perfume. And that's it, the work of art is made, I'm as I wanted, in the eyes of the rich I'll seem too offensive to so much feat, but until I was more beautiful than I expected.

I left there and went to the girls who were cute, to the place where we would see such people.

They looked at me wide-eyed as soon as they saw me.

- Ashley, you look beautiful. - says priscila, looking at me as you observe every detail of me with great caution.

- I have nothing to disagree with. - agrees with Lauren. - But I think black makes everything a little heavy, or the way you dressed will please visitors. - says Sandra a little calculous in the way she speaks.

- That's the idea, so they discard me right from the list, and I can go back to my chores earlier. - I say and they shake their heads in a negative sign as we walked to the inner courtyard of the orphanage, where we would know such that from what I found it strange, they were interested in girls my age, and not.

- I wanted to have a hair like yours. - says Sandra looking at them.

- But you have hair. - I say making her turn her eyes.

- I'm saying that, mix it with this beautiful blue. - says. - Who will give me if they let us dye our hair. - she regrets.

- How is it possible for you to have hair with blue strands, and there is no one with hair like that if it hadn't been painted? - she questions intrigued.

There are questions that will never have exact answers, that's what the director said.

Genetics is something vast and out of the perception of us humans.

- I don't know. - I say shrugging. - Maybe the person who abandoned me also had it. - I say while we stood in line with the other girls, who looked at me unbelievers too, while the director just laughed.

- Good as you know, one of you can be adopted today. - Director Velásquez began the speech of illusion. - This time it will be for very high-class and very strict people, so they will be evaluated and ask you some interesting questions there in the office, one by one. - she says and I turn my eyes, now even interrogation has it.

Out of nowhere our eyes were hooked by three beautiful people, so beautiful that they didn't seem to exist, full of class and so... Oh, my God, I lost my air for a few seconds and I wasn't the only one.

The black-haired lady, with a hectively look, and erect posture in her heels highlighted feat, just like the girl apparently my age, just like her mother.

That's when my eyes were rising to the beautiful face of a man, apparently about 3 to 5 years only, but old that I, with such an attractive posture, seemed that with only his deep greenish look like an emerald, I could make the whole world bow before him.

It's so, but so beautiful that it seems unreal, it seems that I'm inside a fanciful book, and he's a perfect prince.

But who cares, doesn't he?

- Good girls, this is the Vanklein family. - says the director and the girls were all hysterical, but I remained indifferent, thinking about that nickname, Vanklein is strange. - So we can start. - says director Velásquez.

- Now in order, one at a time will enter to talk to the Vanklein family. - he says and everyone agrees anxiously.

The director enters her room along with them and a security guard followed them and the other 2 stopped at the door.

Why so much security? We are orphans and not barks, holy God!

The first girl went and after a while left, then the second, third and so on.

The girls didn't stop filling my bag saying they were nervous, and talking about their beautiful son Vanklein, and tagalered like a chicken with stomach aches.

They all smiled and were already waiting for the answer that will be given after everyone goes. And I'm here waiting for Sandra for me to come in and finish it soon.