{Remake of Being Adopted}
Alyssa Danielson is an upcoming model and she's ready to show the world what she's got. She's also not afraid to show off a little acting skills on the way. Her parents have always been there for her and are still there n...
A/N: Hey guys! This is the next chapter!💕 --------------------------------------------------------------------- Alyssa's POV:
I've literally been up all night long, I couldn't go to sleep, my heads been pounding through my skull, and there isn't anymore Advil. Thoughts have been invading my head ever since I laid down. They just wouldn't stop.
Her voice was stuck in my head, that smooth but somewhat rough voice was all I could hear last night.
I grab my phone off of the nightstand and look through my messages. Just as I thought, they were full of texts from Angelina. I clicked on her name and there was at least ten of them that read...
Please talk to me.
I'm sorry, I'll explain everything..just please don't ignore me
I was going to tell you
I didn't think you were ready
I lay my phone back on the nightstand and try to get them out of my head. Like everything else, they were only repeating, over and over again.
I stand from my bed and walk straight into my bathroom to take a shower.
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My outfit was a black tank top, with black jeans, and my favorite black boots. My hair was down and wavy-ish and I got my black St. Laurent purse. I did quite a bit of makeup with red lipstick for what reason I don't know.
I walk over to my jewelry box and grab a black and silver leather watch, and a silver ring and put them on.
Before walking out of my room, I grab my black shades and put them in my purse then I walk downstairs. Helen was on the couch in the living room watching television I get to the front door and she says, "Where you off too?", I turn towards her and sigh. "I'm going shopping", I mutter, my words barely audible. Opening the front door, I step out and walk to my car.
Ever since I found out, I've been more to myself, more about myself. I haven't worried about anyone or anything else, well..except Angie...
My mind said no, don't go meet her, but my heart said I needed to. I was hoping I would be able to see her today, but I still didn't think I was ready to meet the person who gave me away at birth.
I make it to my car, and get in. I lay my purse in the passengers seat then start the car, backing out of the driveway.
