Adopted by Steve Harvey

Chapter 1: Welcome To Family Fued

Ever have that intense euphoria feeling that has your heart pumping fast, your hands shaking, and your mind going a billion directions at once? That bitter sweet high feeling? Well, today is the day to have it! My nonstop jittery high made it uncomfortable to sit on my bed at I looked through the thin shades covering my window. Someone just pulled into the driveway of my foster home and they are here for me!

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're getting adopted, everyone wants an exotic child while us undesirable are left here to rot," Across from me is my roomate, Hillary, who is wearing a school girl's uniform, has her hair in pigtails, and is reading manga,"I mean, I'm practically Japanese, too. Don't you see my outfit and hear my J-pop? I'm relatively from Japan. You're just a "buku"." Her manga was sprayed with spit from her lisp.

I shoot a glare at my roommate. "I don't think that's right, Hillary."

"Whatever, and it's Hitoshi-San to you, weeaboo."

"Weeaboo? I'm not even an otaku!"

"Um, it's ottAku," she says with a flip of her wrist. "Just because you're actually Japanese doesn't mean you're more Japanese than me."

"That's exactly what it means, and I'm Thai!"

"You're just jealous, Rat." She looked at the clock on her stand. "Oh, I gotta go; Naruto is on." She fled from the room.

Anyway, I never met who was going to adopt me but I am bursting with excitement none the less. This is actually the fourth foster home I've been since the December of 2012, now July of 2015. My fifteenth birthday happened just a few days ago and I can't think of a better gift for an orphan other than a family!

I loved the rest of my foster homes, but I had to leave for each. The first one I was in, I was in for a while, but my foster parents were moving to a foreign country and sadley could not take me and my foster brother and sisters with them. That really sucked because were the absolute best and I miss them to death.

The second home was a little different. I may or may not of had a thing with the parents biological son. Okay, yeah, I did, so that time it was completely my and my dumb hormones fault. What can I say? The boy likes them Asian. To my defense, what right minded people put a teenage girl in a room right next to a teenage boy's with no restrictions? I guess we were all in the wrong for that one. Doesn't matter anyway, they were soon shut down for hosting a swingers club every other Tuesday night.

Third house sucked, like, damn, how did this lady even qualify as a foster parent, sucked. She was this old crazy religious lady who would make us read the Quran, quiz us, then whip us with a belt if we got it wrong. The worst part was that a majority of the other kids were innocent eight and nine year olds. She was eventually caught and put away for a long time. It could of been worse. As many of the kids around here say, "You're not a true foster kid unless you have been in at least one messed up home." I guess I am worthy of being called a true foster kid.

I hear familiar light footsteps coming up the stairs and I jump up and straighten out my plain yellow shirt that seemed to be a size too big on my relatively average frame.

My biological mother rushed into the small gray room with her arms outstretched for a hug. We embrace for a long time and I can smell the overbearing scent of coffee on her from the diner she works at. She's wearing a big brown sweater over her uniform and her frizzy brown hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail.

She grabbed my hands and we sat down on the bed. She had the biggest smile on her face and that my heart feel warmer and happier than ever,"So, today is that big day! My baby is getting adopted!"

My mother is my favorite person in the whole wide world and I love her more than anything. She's where I got my frizzy brown hair from and disappointing man hands. Other than that, I look like my dad, he's the one from Thailand. I have his dark brown eyes and tan skin. My height still confuses the family, by the time my parents were fifteen they were both at least 5'6. Here I stand at 5'2. Genetics are a mystery, like my non hereditary widows peak and cleft chin.