I shot up out of bed. Today was the day. The day I might finally get adopted. I couldn't believe it. A lady's coming by to adopt one of us. She's looking for girls ages 9-14, and I just happen to fit that category.

I braid my brown hair and bushed my teeth. I look in the mirror at my blue eyes. I didn't have any makeup to wear or very many clothes. I had two pairs of day clothes and two pairs of PJs. I get into the nicest pair of the two. It was a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt, that was it.

"Girls! Come to the living room and, hurry!" Ms. Taylor called.

I tied my sneakers and ran down the stairs. I couldn't wait to see what the woman was like. I saw a lady standing g there. She had hazel eyes and blonde hair, with a beautiful white smile.

Once everyone was there, Ms. Taylor introduced us to the lady.

"Everyone. This is Mrs. Leah Force."

Mrs. Force went down the line of us, starting with the nine year olds. Finally she reached me...

"Hello, what's your name?" She asked me.

"Hi, my name is Carrie." I said with a smile.

"What do you like to do Carrie?"

"I like to dance."

"I used to do ballet when I was your age. I loved it! How long have you been here?"

" My whole life. My mom was 15 and couldn't take care of me."

"Oh... Well it was nice meeting you Carrie."

"Nice to meet you too Mrs. Force."

She went off to the next girl. I think that went pretty well. I might actually have a shot.
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About an hour later we were all dismissed so that Mrs. Force could pick. Oh how I hoped it was me. I started to dance around my room. I had learned dance from a 17 year old named Elizabeth. She was fantastic at dance but, she ended up going to a foster home.

"Ladies! Come back down!" Mrs. Taylor called yet again.

I ran downstairs. I couldn't wait to see who Mrs. Force picks. We stood in front of her.

"Girls," Mrs. Force said. "you're all amazing. But... The girl I picked is... Gabby."

My heart broke but I was happy for Gabby. The ten years old that I referred to as 'The Girl with Brown Eyes' walked forward and hugged Mrs. Force.

In that same moment. I realized that, I'd never get adopted.