Adopted

One.

"MAISIE" i heard my foster dad yell.i was probably forgot to do something like the dishes,i came from the basement to the main floor,and went into the kitchen. both my parents where standing there, looking towards the staircase and waiting for me to come up.

Okay wait,hold on let me back it up just a bit.

hi. my name's maisie. i don't know if you could tell, but i'm an orphan. please don't tell technoblade. anyways, my biological parents died in a car crash when i was 5, and every foster home i have gone to was absolutely terrible. as of right now, i'm 16 years old and in my 29th foster home in 10 years. crazy, right? well, moving on. i currently have two foster siblings; 1 older brother, he's 17 and he likes to beat the shit out of me, smoke weed, get caught for smoking said weed and sneaking out, then blaming all the dumb shit he does on me. complete ass hat. but then, to balance everything out, we have my younger sister, and she's 14. she is most definitely the favorite child, it's so painfully obvious. she just loves flowers and ponies, even though it's fucking 2023 and she is 14.

let me get one thing about me straight; i have issues. not bad ones, per say, just things that make my already hard life harder to deal with. you see, from all this constant skipping and moving my life in the past 10 years, i have developed severe depression and anxiety, well i was always born with anxiety,and i was diagnosed when i was 4. but it just became harder to manage the older i got. but me having these mental issues, plus the trauma from my parents fucking dying, completely screwed my life up.

around 3 years ago, though, when i was 13, i found out about the "dream team." a youtuber named dream popped up on my recommended on youtube with a video of my favorite game, minecraft. i clicked on it, and i was immediately hooked. then back in 2020, when all the coronavirus shit happened, he started an smp with his friends. it was an awesome smp, and there was so much about it to love. the chaos, the people, and especially the feeling of comfort it brought me.

but anyways, now that you know a bit about my personal life and why my brain is so fucked up, let's get back to the conversation at hand.

my parents both stared at me, then stared at each other, then back at me, both with concerning looks on their faces."did someone die?" i asked them. their eyes widened and they quickly replied with no's. i sat down at the counter and asked them what happened, and why they where staring at me so weird."well," my foster mother, amy, began. she looked to my foster father, ethan, to see if she should go on. he nodded, and they both turned to me.

"well, maisie," ethan started again. "someone has apparently been looking to adopt you.

"jaw. mother. fucking. drop.