Adoption Disaster By Lily Rose Guillette “Martha is really weird,” Abby Smith whispered to her friend Kelly Black. It was a sunny spring day in New York City. Eleven year old Abby and her friend Kelly who was also eleven were hanging out in Abby’s room in Martha’s Orphanage. Martha was the very odd orphanage owner who was always invading everyone's personal space. Abby loathed Matha. “I agree,” Kelly replied. “Abbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbby!” Martha yelled. “What does this old bat have to say now?” Abby wondered. “See you in a minute,” Kelly said. “Okay, bye,” said Abby.