Adopted By Kevin Olusola

Chapter 2

KEVIN's POV
I walked into an orphanage in the suburbs of LA. I have really been wanting to adopt a girl recently, even though I know nothing about girls. I have gone to multiple orphanages, but I haven't found one that really stands out to me. This was the one of the only orphanages left within 4 hours of my house, so I was really hoping that I would find the right girl, or I was going to give up on looking for a while.
I walk into the orphanage and tell the woman who owns the orphanage who I was and that I had an appointment to meet with some of the girls. She welcomed me and had me wait at the bottom of the stairs for the girls to come down. Most of the girls had come down, but none of them seemed to know who I was until the last girl came down. She seemed in her own world with her earbuds in and her eyes closed, until she opened her eyes halfway down the stairs and saw me. She stopped dead in her tracks, stared at me, and started to smile. She started skipping down the stairs and got into the back of the line. All of the girls were talking to each other, except for her. She was still listening to music. I peeked at her phone and saw she was listening to my EP album that came out a couple of weeks ago. I liked her already.
I was taken into a small room with a desk and a chair on each side. One by one, the girls came in, introduced themselves, and told me about themselves. None of them really stood out to me until the girl who was listening to my EP. She walked in and sat down.
"Hi! I'm Kyra!" She said excitedly.
"Hi, Kyra! I'm Kevin."
"I know who you are," she said, trying to keep cool through her excitement, "I listen to Pentatonix and your EP every day. You guys kept me going in the worst times."
I had never imagined that anyone listening to our music would have this sad of a story. People have commented on my Instagram things like "Your music is inspiring" and "Your music helps me get through so much" but I never thought that they meant it like that.
"So how old are you?" I asked Kyra, snapping myself my thoughts.
"I'm 13!" Kyra responded.
The perfect age. The perfect girl. The perfect daughter.
I thanked Kyra for talking to me, just like I did with all of the other girls and Kyra left.
The owner came in to ask me some questions.
"Have you decided if you want to adopt any of the girls?" She asked.
"I have," I said confidently, "I would like to adopt Kyra."
"Okay..." she said slowly, "Are you sure you want her? She has been brought back 17 times."
I was shocked. She seemed so sweet, but I knew that I wanted Kyra.
"I'm sure," I said.
"Okay, I will get Kyra and the papers for you to sign. As soon as you sign all of the papers and Kyra is packed up you can go." She said.
I was so excited! None of the other members of PTX knew that I was adopting. Not even Avi!