This is a little excerpt from a book that I've written (I haven't published it). I really liked it, and I thought you might want to read it. My friend lexi3102 helped write it. In fact, she wrote the first draft. Of course, me being the perfectionist I am, took over and proceeded to edit it and add stuff in. This is the finished product. Hope you enjoy!

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Adeline's POV
"Girls! Adoption day starts in 15 minutes!" Mrs. Gretchen said. I sighed. I was 13, and most people don't want a teenager. I probably wasn't going to get adopted. I threw on a purple monogrammed shirt and some spotted leggings. I kept my curly chestnut hair down, and pinned it back with a pink flower. Then I heard a slight snore. Abigail is such a heavy sleeper I swear to God. A boulder couldn't wake her up. I screamed,"Hey, wake up, there's McDonalds (is there an apostrophe there?)!" Abby shot up like a bullet. She was disappointed that there was no McDonald's. She put on an AmazingPhil t-shirt and black skinny jeans. Then we walked downstairs. As we were walking, a door opened. A little girl named Clairibelle skipped out wearing an ugly pink dress. I rolled my eyes and put on my headphones. God I hated Clairibelle. She was such a greedy snitch! I wanted to flick her so hard she went to China. Finally we got to the bottom of the stairs and went to the adoption centre.

Abigail's POV
What I saw before me was shocking, Dan and Phil were here! I took deep breaths, calming myself down. I was trying really hard not to fangirl. I saw Clairibelle eye Dan and Phil. I rolled my eyes. 8 year-olds are so sexual, I thought. She skipped over to them. Dan was looking somewhere else, but Phil noticed. "Hey," Clairibelle said, flipping her hair. She batted her eyelashes. Phil looked highly amused. Clairibelle cleared her throat, getting Dan's attention. She started flirting with him. I couldn't believe my eyes. An 8 year-old was flirting with a 24 year-old. Where's the logic in that? Dan was obviously trying not to laugh. Adeline was nearby, hyperventilating. I smiled. Of course she was. She was the one who got me to watch them. Dan spotted her, and walked over, completely ignoring Clairibelle's hurt face.

Adeline's POV (again)
I saw Dan walking over to me. My breathing got even quicker. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Hi. What's your name?" he asked, smiling. "I- I-" I stuttered. "You're Dan," I said, finally managing to find my voice. He laughed. "Yes, I am," he said. "Now, I'd like to know who you are." I gulped. "A- Adeline," I said. He smiled again. "That's a pretty name," he said. I nodded, unsure what to say. "How old are you?" Dan asked. He continued to question me, finding out about my interests. Finally, he smiled. He got Mrs. Gretchen's attention. "I'd like her please," he said, not bothering to ask Phil. My heart was racing. I was getting adopted! I looked around excitedly. Then, I saw her. I saw Abby, looking at me sadly. "Dan?" I spoke up. He looked at me questioningly, his face etched with concern. "Yes, Adeline?" I said, "I won't go unless you take her too," pointing to Abby. He followed my finger until his eyes lay on Abby. Phil came over, finally having escaped Clairibelle. "Who is this?" Phil asked Dan. "This is Adeline. She's the one that I would like to adopt." Phil nodded. "Well, I haven't decided yet," he said. Dan winked at me. "Why don't you talk to her?" he suggested, gesturing to Abby. "Ok," Phil said, and walked over to talk to her. "T- Thank you," I said. Dan smiled. "No problem."

Abigail's POV
I saw Adeline say something to Dan when Phil came over to them. They exchanged a few words, and Dan gestured to me. Phil looked over at me, nodded, and walked over. I tried to keep tears from escaping. He's probably coming over to tell me that their leaving me here. Alone, I thought sadly. Darla, one of the girls who was my age, muttered to me, "Sorry you're not getting adopted. But then again, no one wants an emo." Phil was watching me, almost over to us. Darla pushed herself in front of me, giving Phil a full view of her. She started talking to him. I ran up to my room, tears flowing freely. As I ran, I heard the sneers and laughter of the other kids who were my age. They jostled me as I went by, but I ignored this. As soon as I reached my room, I slammed on the door and cried on my bed. No one wants me, I thought miserably. Adeline was always more of a people person.

I heard the door open. I didn't look up, assuming it was Darla and her friends or the administrator telling me that I wasn't adopted as usual. I was correct, as I felt blows to my back and legs. I curled into a ball, shielding myself from the world. I wasn't liked very much in the orphanage. In fact, I was the most hated orphan here. My only friend was Adeline. She had made a huge sacrifice becoming friends with me. She used to have many friends. She was popular. But when she became friends with yours truly, everyone turned against her. She stood by me, always. I was jolted back to reality with a hard blow to my back, knocking the breath out of me. I started coughing. The blows continued. After all these years, the bullies have finally found the spot that makes me collapse. Over and over again they pounded in the same spot, to the point in which I couldn't breathe. Suddenly, the blows stopped. I heard voices, but I didn't care enough to know what they were saying. I felt someone sit on the bed. Someone rested their hand on my back, and I flinched away, still coughing.

I tried to make myself as small as possible. I wanted to sink into the bed and never have to see Darla or Phil or Dan or Adeline ever again. "Shh," said a voice, "you're okay, now." I felt a tear make its way down my cheek. I curled tighter into my ball, hugging my legs tight against my chest. I felt the hand on my back, and I flinched again. "Just leave me alone," I said quietly. I felt a gentle hand brush aside the hair that was obscuring my face. I saw kind blue eyes staring back at me. Phil. "Are you okay?" he asked. I turned away, hiding the tears. "I'm fine," I mumbled. Phil ran his fingers through my hair. "Something tells me that's not true," he said kindly. I sat up, letting him see my tears. What do I have to loose? It's not like I'm ever going to see him again, I reasoned. His facial expression immediately turned to concern when he saw my tears. He held my arms. He seemed to be looking for something. My brain reeled, and I tried to jerk my arms away. But Phil held tight, and he gasped when he saw them.

"Oh, Abigail, you poor thing," he muttered. Phil had found my scars. I was still crying. I sat in silence as Phil ran his fingers over the pearly white skin. He leaned down and gently kissed each one of them. Phil pulled me close. I tried really hard not to flinch. I didn't like it when people touched me. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you," Phil whispered over and over again. I curled into him, blocking out the world. His arms were warm and comforting, my shield. Phil stroked my hair. Eventually, I relaxed. When I had cried my tear ducts dry, Phil spoke, "Alright. You're coming with me." I looked at him fearfully. "Where are we going?" I asked timidly. Phil smiled kindly. "We're going home," he said. I frowned in confusion. "I thought you only wanted Adeline," I said. Phil laughed slightly. "Well, that's who Dan wants. We made a deal where each of us get to choose one child to take home. Dan chose Adeline," he said. I nodded, my brow still furrowed. "So then who do you choose?" I asked. "I choose you (PIKACHU! ...I just ruined the moment, didn't I?)."