Elena paced back and forth in her room. Sometimes she would sit on the bed, but more often she would walk around and stare at her phone screen. Still no reply. She sighed and looked around.
This room was the room she has used since she entered junior high school. There were so many memories in this room, especially there were used to be some of the bunk beds that she used with her sisters back then. Until she entered senior high school, Elena was the only occupant of this room. Because usually, they have found their new family under the age of fifteen.
Elena had been adopted. Even three times. But they all returned her here. Elena was very sad and disappointed, especially because the reasons they gave were too trivial and they seemed to regret adopting her.
She still remembered all thos
