Rosabella's POV

My name is Rosabella. But you can call me, Rose, Rosa, Rosie, Bella, Bell, anything really. I am an orphan in Miss. Cantera's Home For Troubled Girls. I'm Fourteen years old and nobody cares about me.  I was adopted a lot when I was six, seven, eight, and nine, but parents want the younger kids and the older ones get overlooked.

I first arrived at the home when I was six after my mother was shot by my dad when he was drunk.  I'm not complaining though because I hated both my parents.  My mother was terrible to me. She abused me when she got drunk and gave me scars on my left shoulder, right leg, and a couple on my wrists.

Every time I got adopted, I got returned the next day because people thought I did self harm or something, and they never listened to me when I tried explaining the situation.  After my mother was murdered, my father pointed the gun at my head and attempted to shoot me.  But before he pulled the trigger, a police officer came in and arrested him.  Apparently some neighbors heard a gunshot and called the police.  I heard that my father had recently died in jail.

I used to have a brother that was ten -- Now he would be eighteen -- but he ran away when he saw my dad with a gun. The only problem was, he forgot me. I loved him so much and would do anything for him, and he would do anything for me.  But I guessed he just forgot I existed.

Anyways, I'm here now.  Fourteen years old, and no life.  I'm the oldest at the home and Miss. Cantera reminds reminds me of it every day.  She constantly abuses me for the smallest of things.  But I guess I'm used to it by now.

Today there is a visitor coming to adopt so we had to dress nice.  So I put on a black sweater with a cat on it (cause I love cats), black leggings, and my black Ugg wedge heels.  I put my curly brown hair in a side part and put on my Smosh snap back that says "Milky Milkshake".  When I went downstairs, I walked to the kitchen where I saw my friend Kayla.  She is only seven and is the only friend that I have here.  She is the sweetest little thing in the world and I know she will get adopted soon.

I picked her up and she took my hat off and attempted to put it on like I had it.  When I grabbed a Pop Tart, I walked upstairs with Kayla.  I handed her one of the ones in the foil packaging and I ate the other.

When I finished, I put Kayla down on my bed and grabbed my gray Smosh zip-up sweatshirt that says "Vadar is my friend", and zipped it up.  I then walked over to Kayla, who is still happily munching on her Pop Tart, and placed her on my hip again.

When we got downstairs, everyone was lining up for  inspection.  I got in line with Kayla still on my hip.

When inspection was over, I walked over to the couch and took out my phone.  It was an iPhone 5 that I got for my birthday this year. (The cook got it for me.  His name Charlie, and he is gay. I have nothing against gays and he is the only adult in the building that is actually nice to me.)  I took out my headphones and stuck one in my ear, and the other in Kayla's.  And we listened to music until the visitor came.