It Had to be Taylor

Chapter 2

(TAYLOR'S POV)

I pace back and forth around my bedroom in my home in Rhode Island. I've been thinking long and hard about it, and I've finally came to the conclusion that I want to adopt. I absolutely love kids, and I want one for my own, but I'm not looking towards any marriage just yet. Tomorrow I go to the orphanage to interview a girl named Haley. I don't know anything at all about her. I just know she's 14 and I was sent a picture of her. She has medium length auburn hair and eyes which are hazel. Fair skin and freckles, which look really cute.

I like a few posts on Tumblr and lurk some blogs for a little while. The clock reads 10:32. I should probably get ready for bed. I slip on a cat t-shirt tat a fan gave me and some yoga pants. I head to the kitchen to grab myself a glass of milk. I feel something soft rub against my legs. Olivia. I carefully pick her up and take her to my room. I take a sip of water, turn off the light, and snuggle under the covers with Olivia by my side and Meredith curls up at the end of the bed.

I wake up to an alarm blaring in my ear. Blindly, I reach over and turn it off. I yawn and crawl out of bed, putting on some cat slippers. I straighten the bed, having to put Meredith on the floor, which she doesn't seem happy about. After taking a shower, I pick out a pale green sweater dress with some sparky black leggings and flats. I blow dry my hair and brush it out.

For breakfast, I drive out to the nearby donut shop and get one glazed and one chocolate. The orphanage takes about a half hour to get to, and once I arrive, i cautiously open the door. It's very quiet, except for some faint talking from rooms down the hall. Must be their school.

"Hi, I'm Taylor Swift. I've come to adopt," I kindly say to the lady at the front desk.

"Ah, yes. Ms. Swift," she says as she adjusts her glasses. She hands me some papers to fill out, which I do. "You can go have a seat, and we'll call Haley in just a few moments."

I sit on the couch by the window up front, and a different woman leads me towards a room that contains a table and some chairs. The pale orange wallpaper is peeling in some places, and the window has a few cobwebs, but it's cozy. I take a breath and tap my fingers on the edge of the table to the lyrics of I Wish You Would.

"Any minute now," I mutter under my breath.

(HALEY'S POV)

"Haley, if you could please follow me," Ms. Ward calls during a science lesson. Slowing letting in a deep breath, I get up and follow her out of the classroom. "You ready?"

"I guess," I murmur. Might as well get it out of the way. She turns the doorknob and head in with my head held high. My eyes widen to find who it is.

"Hi Haley," says the sugar-coated voice. Before me sits Taylor Swift.

Oh. No.

Most of the other girls would probably be screaming their heads off at the moment. But not me...never.

"I'm Taylor Swift, but you can just call me Taylor."

No shit Sherlock. Of course it's you. Of all the possible adoptions. I hope this one fails like the others.

"Uh...hi, Taylor," I say, trying to be polite as possible. I may really hate this girl, but I'm not known to be rude.

Ms. Ward speaks for a bit, and then she gestures for me to speak. "I'm Haley, obviously. I'm 14."

"So Haley, what do you do for fun?"

"I really like art. I also read and write often."

"Any sports?"

"I sometimes play volleyball."

"Ooh, I love playing volleyball at the beach," she excitedly says. Ha! Well, volleyball is so much more that just a cute fun beach sport. I nearly put up a look of disgust, but I'm smarter than that. It's just this half hour, then, hopefully, it's over.

"Hmm, what music do you like?"

Definitely not you. I'm so tempted to say that aloud, I mean, I've been wanting too, but i know it's wrong. "Well, just some bands like Fall Out Boy, Panic at the Disco, Paramore, you know. Kind of alternative/rock. I also like Katy Perry quite a bit," I answer, but I decide to go for it. "You're not bad either," I lie. It won't matter anyway.

She nods her head at me and smiles. She asks me a few more questions, and I answer, trying to be polite as possible. Then it's finally over just in time for lunch. We say goodbye and I leave her in the room with Ms. Ward.

Nobody asks me about the interview, and that's good because I wasn't going to tell anyone about it. I keep praying that she turns me down; I would not be able to stand another moment with her, let alone living with her for the next 4 years at least. I have two more classes, English and Geography. I hope they go by fast.

When classes end, I head to my room to draw. My notebook only has a few pages left. I flip through all my old drawings, correcting a few minor details. I have so many of Elaine and I, but there are also some random ones like people. One certain page catches my eye. It's of a happy family; a mom, dad, and a child. That happy family is supposed to be my family, before my parents divorced. I don't remember them that much, but I remember enough to know we had great times together. They started fighting when I was really young, only about 4, and they divorced just after my 5th birthday. My mother just left, and my father said he couldn't care for me, and I think that was because he was an alcoholic.

I close the book and head downstairs to find a swarm of girls crowding around someone by the fireplace. Taylor Swift, probably. Mrs. Bergen struggles to take pictures of them all with her. Well, some people just had the best day ever.

I make an effort to avoid everyone, but that doesn't work. A girl a year or so younger trots up to me. Amber is her name I think. "I can't believe Taylor Swift is here! Do you think she came to adopt?"

I shrug my shoulders and look toward Ms. Ward. She notices and heads over holding a clipboard with a bunch of papers. Taylor's, I presume. "Haley, I have some big news. Ms. Swift will be adopting you." She doesn't pause to let me reply. "Now, hurry upstairs and pack your bags!"

Seriously? I thought she wouldn't do it! My least favorite singer ever is going to be my mom! Maybe I shouldn't have said her music is decent. Maybe I shouldn't have been as polite. I head upstairs and throw all my clothes into my suitcase, as well as my notebook, hygienic products, my books, and the valuable pictures of Elaine and I. I shove my old iPod into my pocket with the earbuds as well. Taking a deep breath, I take one last glance around the room. It's time to leave finally. I really hope it goes well, and the future years of my life won't be miserable.