<MIKE'S P.O.V>
That night, I got a call from Jeremy.
And he told me everything.
"And... I-I'm in an o-orphanage..." he said through tears.
"What?!" I screamed back.
"I-I know! I w-wanted to live w-with you, b-but they said y-you weren't a l-legal guardian."
That gave me an idea.
"Hold on, Jere. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I said, hanging up the phone before he could even say goodbye.
I ran over to my closet and opened it.
There sat a box.
I grabbed it and opened it.
Inside was a picture of my mom, and some money.
And the note.
The note my mom left me when she had to give me away.
She had no money... she had nothing.
I ignored the picture and note, and grabbed the money.
I threw the box back into the closet, and slammed it shut.
I ran downstairs and slipped my shoes on.
Then, I walked out the door.
I got into the car and put the key in the ignition, twisting it, the car roaring to life.
Then, I quickly drove to the orphanage.
I was going to adopt Jeremy.
