I have been in the system for about seven years now. So ever since I was one. I don't remember my parents; for all I know, I never had any at all. Life pretty much sucks for me. The food here is not very good at all; I can’t always identify everything on my plate. For instance, the difference between the gray mush and the harder yellowish mush. Our orphanage never gets donations, so I usually sleep on the floor and I am ignored most of the time. The staff doesn’t treat me very well either; they call me names and talk down to me. They grab me by the arms if I do something wrong. If at any point I would have a chance at getting out of here I would go, especially if it involved a family.
About once a month a person, family, or couple come to visit. They come in, look at us, talk about us a little, and leave. It is like they are window shopping when they look at us; it is an awful feeling for a kid without parents. This month of February, two men came in to have a look. At first I thought they were brothers and then I realized they were holding hands and both had wedding rings. It was nice seeing them stay for longer than the rest that come in. Then I saw what I saw a year ago when another little girl named Aubrey got adopted. The two men, obviously a couple, walked over to the desk and started to sign lots of papers.
I decided that this didn’t happen enough, so I went to investigate. I snuck up right beside them just about to see what the paper was, when a staff member yanked me away. But the young men came over to me and brought me back next to them. What the heck was going on? They both looked at me. One had beautiful, blue, sparkly eyes, and the other had hazel eyes that had a wonderful personality behind them. The taller one with the blue eyes pointed to the paper he was signing, pointing out one word placed on the blank. It was my name! Why was my name on this form?
Then all the emotions struck me at once and I realized… I was being adopted! A big lump got caught in my throat-I was unable to talk. I choked back any tears from showing. After lots of paperwork and many hours of discussions between me and the nice gay couple, I learned how kind they were and how amazing their stories were. As every minute went by, I wanted to go to a place that I would call home. Also to call these people my dads.
We traveled home in an old Honda; it was a model I have never seen before. It was very strange looking out the window seeing housing zip past me not knowing which I would call home. We drove for about half an hour but it was the most exciting drive of my life. We then came up to their house. All together we stepped inside and they led me to my room, which was already set up just for me. They gave me a tour and then sat me down on the enormous kitchen table made of oak.
Adam, the one with brown eyes became serious and said, “We need to talk to you.” Without letting me speak he continued, “We did not adopt you just to have a beautiful daughter. We need you to save the Hope diamond from a criminal.”
“But why me? I’m only a child!”
  “Only a child can do this job. You can fit into the air vent and you are special. You can detect emotion instantly, we have been researching you, so that we can complete this mission,” responded Scott.
  “I am only eight, Adam!”
  “We believe in you-you are now our daughter right?”
“There are three steps to retrieve the Hope diamond. The training, getting into the criminal’s house, and finally retrieving the diamond and returning it to good hands,” Scott stated.
One Week Later
We just started training, it is very challenging, and it’s only the first day. Lesson one is self-defense and safety. Adam and Scott showed me different moves they learned when they started their spy training. I threw my punch aiming all my energy at the beige punching dummy. My punch didn’t ever make contact- it kept going, spinning me around to end up on the floor out of breath. I got up and brushed off the blow to next do a block, kick, punch combination. My block was so good I could swear I saw the dummy cower away a little. Then came my kick and it made contact. But the contact bounced me backward causing me to become winded on the ground. Just lying there was so discouraging, but Adam and Scott walked over to me, looked down at me and held out their hands to help me out. They just hugged me- they were so proud of my accomplishments but I truly didn’t achieve much.
The second training lesson was how to crawl through the vents and how to navigate. I was amazing at it, and it only took one try before I got it perfect. Over the course of two weeks, she continued to succeed at so much of the training. She was now ready for the real test of skills, rescuing the Hope diamond.
“We believe you are super ready for this. Go catch some criminals sweetheart,” Scott warmly told me.
I looked at the seemingly ordinary house, knowing there was a criminal and a $350 million diamond in there. Getting past the gate was very easy. After I got into the house, I knew it would get difficult because getting a diamond from a criminal is not a walk in the park. Quickly I slipped into the air vent and closed it behind me. As I crawled through the vent opening, I realized my knees ached a lot more than in the training. I just kept quiet, but it was so hard. While I continued down the vent, I looked at the slits in the walls showing me each room. I found the room with the diamond; it was in the back part of the house. To my surprise, this wasn’t a spy movie and there weren’t any lasers. After I popped the vent door open it slipped out of my gloves and fell in slow motion. When it hit the floor it made the loudest sound possible. The sound pierced the silence and made an enormous clash and metal bang.
The Hope diamond is a majestic, wondrous, and beautiful object. Every beam of light that hits it turns to six sparkling rays. It is a clear deep blueish color with a tint of gray. It has incredibly shaped white diamonds around it and the actual diamond is 45 carrots of perfectly chiseled features. It shimmers with beauty and everything about it screams expensive. 
I went down, grabbed the Hope diamond, and practically ran through the air vent to get outside. I knew there was someone chasing me, but I didn’t dare look back and I safely secured the diamond in my backpack. The blood was pumping in my ears and my lungs hurt. I had never run like that in my life! I knew the person chasing me stopped right at the driveway, but I ran all the way to my dads’ car.
All the steps I was given were completed, but what I didn’t realize that I was supposed to see the criminal so the FBI could catch him. My dads weren’t even upset. They were proud that I got the Hope diamond back.
Later that week, the FBI lined up about seven men. All of them were in front of the black and white lined paper and faced the one-sided window with my dads and I on the other side. I looked at each suspect and I tried to remember if I saw any little details when I was running away. My memory served no purpose in this situation. I saw nothing of the criminal when I rescued the Hope diamond. I knew we were all safe on the other side of the window because they could not see me or hurt me, but it was still very scary looking at deadly criminals. Scared, I remembered what Scott told me “No pressure. However, it is all up to you to figure out the culprit with your amazing radar for lying and emotion.”
The police began asking questions to confirm the criminals’ alibis. I stared at each suspect’s face as they talked. The first suspect kept twitching every time he heard the word diamond. But the second suspect fidgeted with his hands like he was nervous. The third suspect, I saw, kept bouncing his knee. All looked completely guilty in my mind, so I continued to watch every slight facial movement and body gesture. Then, the fifth suspect practically told me he was the actual criminal when he kept swallowing and looking to the left, all the evidence piled up against him. The DNA sample matched up and he was making it very obvious that he was lying and nervous. I pointed at him with no words and Adam saw this and told the police.
We went home in the old Honda. We pulled up to the house, and we strolled in through the front door and settled in.
I sat down on my bed when my dads came in with completely serious expressions on their faces.  Realizing what might happen next, I yelled as tears ran down my face, “I know what is coming. I understand I have finished my mission, but I don’t want to be sent back to the orphanage. I like it here.”
“Honey what provoked this? What gave you the thought we would send you back?” responded Scott.
“You are our daughter now and forever. We love you so much and we will never send you back,” said Adam in a loving way.
After the court case and more evidence she was correct and the criminal was sentenced to prison for life. The girl and her family continued to live very happily and functioned like a perfect family.