Hi, my name is Ella potter. I’m eleven years old, I’m adopted, and I live in an Attic. I don’t live my live, but its better than lots of other kids lives. “Ella! You were supposed to clean the house yesterday! Get down here right now!” Oh no, that’s my adoption mom. I’m gonna be in big trouble. I’d better apologize.

I walk down stairs as I say, “I’m sorry, I just was busy reading.”

“That’s it, your useless, get your things and get out!”

“But-“

“NOW!”