Adopted by 1D

Husky's POV
I watched silently as the other children filed out into the hall. There was a buzz of excitement in the air. Apparently, One Direction were here to adopt. Honestly, I've never been the greatest fan, but they were alright, I guess. I decided to have breakfast, but I think it was a bad idea. The orphanage only had around twenty kids in it. But the way they all crowded around, trying to get a glimpse of the famous pop stars, made them seem like thousands. I sighed and gritted my teeth, just hoping I wouldn't trip and make a fool out of myself.
I buttered my toast silently, looking up occasionally to make sure nobody trampled me. This was the way my life always was. I go about my own business, and every now and then (sort of daily) I would get beaten up by kids who hated me for no reason. I practically slept with one eye open. I chewed my toast slowly. Doctors said I had an eating disorder, and that I should eat more than just two slices of toast for the whole day. But I was fat. And I was told this very frequently. Nobody liked me. Every adopted family I got either sent me back after a week, or raped and abused me until the Department of Human Services came along and took me back. It wasn't like this for other people. They would get adopted by lovely kind couples who desperately craved a child to love. I never got that. Just hate. For being fat and ugly. But I was used to it. I finished my toast and held my stomach. I already felt bloated. I thought about becoming bulimic a few times, just so I wouldn't have to deal with feeling bloated. But the thought of vomiting was disgusting, so I didn't do it. I stood up and looked around and found a gap through the crowd, and fortunately it lead to the stair case. As I walked through the crowd I met eyes with a guy wearing suspenders. He grinned at me and I frowned at him. He gave me a confused look, but was dragged along through the crowd before he could say anything. I felt a small smile seep onto my face and climbed the stairs.
I reached the top and swore. Standing there, waiting, was Jasmine. My worst bully. Always using violence to prove she's better than me. She doesn't need to, though. She is WAY prettier than me, and wouldn't be surprised if One Direction adopted her.
Jasmine's planted her fist straight into the middle of my face. I held the bridge of my nose so the blood wouldn't flow too fast. It helped, but barely.
'I don't know why you even bother living. You should already be dead. Why did you go downstairs, anyway? You will never be adopted by One Direction. You are way too ugly for them to even think about it!' Jasmine yelled in my ear, making me flinch. She punched me in the stomach ad strutted off. I let go of my nose to hold my stomach. I instantly regretted it. Blood trickled down my face, dripping from my chin and hitting my shirt. I swore. Now I would have to change.
'What the hell happened to you?! Are you alright?!' a voice said, filled with concern and worry. I looked up. It was the guy with suspenders again.
'I'm alright. You can leave me if you like,' I said, hoping he would go away. '
No way! You could really be hurt! Come with me, I'll see if the guys know what to do.' I frowned as he gripped my hand and led me down the stairs and through the crowd. He led me into a room that had four other guys and Ms Harley, the orphanage owner. She also hated me.
'I see you forgot to stick up for yourself once again, Miss Toni. You really are as big a wuss as you seem,' she said, a tone of disgust in her voice. The blonde boy stared at her and his jaw hit the ground. I didn't see why he was surprised, I mean, I'm as ugly as you can get in this world. The other boys gave Ms Harley dirty looks.
'Ahem, I think we have found who were adopting. If you'd be so kind Ms, we would like to take her now,' the one with the curly hair said. This time my jaw hit the ground. Ms Harley scowled at me, and then grinned.
'Of course. I'll get Jasmine to help her pack her things,' she said wickedly, making me shudder. I knew Jasmine was going to give me her version of a goodbye present. I flinched at the thought. I felt Ms Harley dig her nails into my arm and drag me from the room. But we were stopped.
'Ms, I think you should look after her injuries before anything else,' said the blonde boy.
'She'll live!' Ms Harley snapped at him, pulling me from the room.
'Listen you little bitch!' she yelled once we were out of earshot, 'They are going to return you no matter what you do! So don't be a little shit, or you'll hear from me!!' I nodded, blinking back tears. Her nails had broken my skin, and I could feel the warm blood trickle down my arm. She dragged me up the stairs, letting me trip and stumble as she pushed and pulled me, making me unbalanced. She threw me into my room, and Jasmine strutted in. '
They don't actually want to adopt you, you know that right? You're just their charity case. If they actually WANTED to adopt, they would have chosen me. So don't get it into your mind that they like you. Because they don't!' she yelled, slapping me across the face and punching my eye. She left the room, and it took all the strength I could muster to not break down. I looked in my cracked and stained mirror. Still ugly. It seemed that Jasmine hadn't managed to fix my face. I realised that my eye was turning purple. The guy with suspenders would definitely want to know what happened. I didn't have much stuff, so it was easy to find everything. My two pairs of jeans. My three shirts. All my underwear. My mothers wedding ring. That was all. I threw it all into a tote bag. I walked down stairs, forgetting about my facial injuries. I reached the room where the guys were sitting and remembered. They all gasped. I must have looked a real mess.
'What happened!? Did someone hit you, or are just extremely clumsy!?' the blonde guy asked. Before I knew it they were all handing me tissues. I quickly cleaned the blood off my face . The guy with the quiff pointed at my arm.
'Guys! She's got really deep cuts on her arm as well! Tell us happened!' he said, sounding quite frantic.
'Later,' I said quietly. All five boy nodded and pulled me out to their car.
'Wait! I've got to go get her other stuff. Where is it?' the blonde guy asked me. I pointed to my tote bag.
'This is it.' The guy with suspenders gave me a weird look.
'Surely you have something else?' I shook my head. 'I don't have any friends or family, or anyone who will even likes at me for that matter, so, no. I have nothing else.'
'How could no one like you? You are awesome!' the guy with suspenders said. I let a smile flash over my face. He was such a liar. But it was nice of him to say it.
The seating arrangements were sorted out. The guy called Liam was driving. The guy called Zayn was in the passenger seat. Niall and Harry where in the middle two seats. Louis and I were in the back.
'So...' Louis said, obviously choosing his words carefully, 'how did you get injured?'.

Notes

Hey so... I know people do this a lot. But I'm doing one about how sad and bad her life is.