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Fanon: Elizabeth: An inspiation

Prologue: My name is Elizabeth Martin Gunda. And, I'll tell you right now before you ask, "Where does the Martin part of your name come from? Well, I'm adopted. I can't remember who my original parents are, and I can't say I ever will, but I do remember something: they loved me. I can also say it wasn't there fault, but my un-bio brother would disagree. He wouldn't know.He just thinks he knows. And I know with all my heart they would give anything to see me agian. And, even if they don't know it, they have.

Chapter 1- Nothing to Call Home: My bio parents wern't with me long, but can't sahow long, since I was infant. I was taken away, but not because they neglected me. Or at least, I don't think so. But the memory hit me hard, mentally of course. I remember the scene, but it seemed like it was a blur. I saw my mother crying, my dad consoling her, and a woman carrying me saying I would be alright, it was better now. But I knew she fed me, loved me. I can't nderstand why we were torn apart. But of the past, I moved on. I was taken to the adoption center, and stayed there for what everyone would tell me would be,"Forever. No one will love you, ever." Even the staff said I would stay there, but almost trying to put it in a way that might help me like,"You know you're not going anywhere, right?" I would just nod my head, but knwoing so sure that they were wrong. but I just sobbed at night. Therewould be nights I would think to myself, ''Tonight will be your last night: someone out there loves you. ''But then there would be nights I thought I would stay there forever, have every birthday there, die there even. Looking back, I still wonder how anyone could be so cruel as to be mean to someone as innocent as a child. But they did. I didn't bother to make friends. I tried in the beginning, but almost no one liked me, and the few that did were adopted quickly, and left me here. But one day, A woman named Mary and Andrew came by, looking for what they called,"An exceptional, friendly child," and they looked at us. She had a big smile, that, in the first time I had seen in years, was genuine. iIneeded someone like her in my life. I ran to her, grabbed her leg, and looked at her with a big, giant grin. And she smiled back, adn took me home. It was 5 years.

Chapter 2: I had no siblings at first, and they paid attention to me at every moment. This may have been the reason that, not to brag, I was a child prodigy. They helped me study for school, helped me with the logic skill, and always encouraged me to improve my skills. So, it was a given that I had an A+ in school. Unfortanatley, school was a rescamlance to the Adoption Center. They would tell me no one liked me, that I was a nerd, that I wasn't because I was adopted. Through time, I started beleiving them. And to make matter worse, when I was 7, they adopted a  boy and named him Tommy. but i just called him un-bio brother. He was 11, and when he first got here, he always was so intrested with my story. Now, you might be thinking,"Now, why does this make matters worse?" And don't blame if you didn't, because most people so ask that when I tell them this. Well, there are two reasons he made things worse: the first was because after they adopted him, naturally, they spent alot of time with him in the beginning. Now, that would be cool with me if that happened today, but since I was 7, the natural thing went through my mind that comes through a 7 year old: They love him more. And this just added to the theory that no one loved me. The second was he always told me, becasue he thought he knew everything at this age, that my orginal parents hated me and wished they didn't have me. This was probably why I just called him un-bio brother, so sure that I did have a bio-brother. And it is why for this reason that I will never, for under any surcumstances, step foot in and elementry school again, because it is filled with bad memories.