Adopted (Book 1) *EDITING*

Chapter 1: New perspective

THIS BOOK SERIES WAS STARTED IN EARLY 2015 MEANING SPENCER AND DALLON WERE STILL IN THE BAND AT THE TIME OF THIS BOOKS START.

Have you ever thought about how one's life can change so dramatically in a matter of hours? I have because my life changed so fast that it made my head spin. It's funny how a little blue envelope can change someone's life forever.

My name is Sydney Mathews. I'm currently fifteen and living in a foster home with two little girls named Riley and Misty and their mom Jamie. My real mom and dad died in a car crash when I was only three, I was the only survivor. My life was pretty good until one day, I got a letter in the mail. Then, my life how I knew it changed. This is my story. It's a long and wild one so hold on tight.

It all starts with the alarm clock that I got for my fourteenth birthday, obnoxiously beeping.

Beep beep beep! My eyes shoot opens and I jump awake, slap my alarm clock. "Damn you." I whispered under my breath as I slipped out of bed. I try to run a hand through my messy bed head before giving up and walking to my closet. I open it to reveal my selection of clothes. After some careful consideration, I found an outfit.

Today, I chose a simple looking shirt and some skinny jeans. After I changed, I walk into my bathroom. I grabbed my hairbrush and started brushing out my longish brown hair. After that, I applied my eyeliner and mascara, slightly more awake which is probably a good thing. I walked over to my nightstand to grab my phone. I trudged my way down the stairway. I was greeted by my foster mother.

"Mourning Hun." Said my foster mother, Jamie. She was making breakfast for me and her two daughters. She is by far the best foster mom ever, she treats me like one of her own. Well, I guess that's what they're supposed to do.

"A letter for you came in the mail this morning. It's sitting on the counter." I nod and walk over to the kitchen counter. I pick up a baby blue envelope.

I look down at the envelope. I turned it over to see who it was from. 'Seattle Adoption Center' I feel my stomach do a somersault and my heart drop.

"Jamie." I said in a slightly worried voice, she looks at me. She walks over, plate in hand. I tear open the envelope, taking out what was held inside.

"So who's it from?" Jamie asked putting down her plate and taking the empty envelope. She turns it over in her hands. Her eyes widen and she looks over at me.

"Seattle Adoption Center." She says. I opened the folded letter and read it aloud.

"Dear Sydney Mathews. We are very happy to inform you that you will be leaving your foster home in Seattle, Washington and flying to Los Angeles, California because you have been adopted! In your envelope, you should find a direct plane ticket to Los Angeles. We hope you enjoy your new and permanent home." I read.

A smile creeps on to my face as I pulled out the single plane ticket. A new and permanent home, finally. I look over to Jamie who was smiling and tearing up at the same time. I hug her and we both start crying and laughing.

"This is happening. This is actually happening!" I cry into her shoulder. Although I love Jamie and her lovely family, I hate Seattle. It's not that I hate the city life, I just don't like the weather or the schools or the people. "When do I leave?" She pulls away and looks at the ticket.

"Oh my god, Sydney you're leaving tomorrow!" I wasn't sure how to act. I was happy, scared, and sad at the same time. I'm about to leave Jamie and her daughters who have kept me safe and happy for the last nine years. Before I lived with her, I lived with a few other foster families who weren't as caring or understanding of my situation. I ran back up to my room.

"Where are you going? What about school?" Jamie asked, giggling slightly at my excitement as she followed after me. There was no way I was going to school today, I need to pack!

"I'm not going." I say with a smile on my face. My mind is racing. A new city, a new life. I get to start over. I began to pack everything I own, which wasn't much. I don't own many clothes. Most of them are plain shirts, a few band tees, and skinny jeans. I have never been a materialistic person and I've only bought what I needed or really wanted.

I look over at my walls. I have a few posters hung up as most teens do. I carefully roll them up and store them safely. As I pack, I think about my future. I've always wanted to go to California, now I get to live there. As someone who's quite into music, this works out perfectly.

As I walked from room to room gathering any of my belongings that happened to be in them, Jamie watched from the living room. I grabbed the largest suitcase I could find and dragged it into my room. As I neatly fold my clothes, I turn on my music and plug in into my speaker. Tyler Joseph's unique voice flowed out. I ended up having everything packed by the end of the Vessel album. As Truce ended, I sat down on my suitcase and smiled at my bare bedroom and thought about how Twenty One Pilots needs to release new music soon. I mean, it's 2015.

A FEW HOURS LATER

That night, I sat on my bed and looked around my room once more. Yep, everything's packed. I crawled into bed and smiled. This is my last night. My smile faded as thoughts ran through my mind. What if my new family is horrible, what if they are over protective, how will I go to concerts? That's the real question, I love concerts. My thoughts put me to sleep.

The next morning I was awoken by someone or something crashing on to my bed. I sit up to find two crying little girls laying at the end of my bed. "Please don't go Syd. Please!" Misty, the smallest, whispered. I crawled over to them and hugged them.

"I'm gonna miss you guys so much. And I know you will too but this is the best thing that could happen to me." They squeeze me tightly. "But you do know we can video chat." They both smiled and their crying ceased. We got up and walked down to the kitchen. I was met my one more hug by Jamie.

Before we got in the car, she pulled me aside. I leaned against the car as she spoke. "Hun, I just want you will always be in this family even when you legally aren't. I will always see you as my daughter. Whatever happens and wherever you go, just know that you are loved." She says, hugging me again

When it was time for me to go to the airport, I was too excited to cry. I mean, I was sad but I was excited to start a new life. We all got in the car. My foster sisters and I all held hands until we got to the airport. I grabbed my suitcase and backpack and we all walked into the airport. Now I was crying. These people helped me, kept me safe, saved me and now I'm leaving them. When we got to my gate we were all sobbing.

"Group hug," I said and we all hugged. This would probably be our last hug altogether. All of a sudden, the speaker above us told us that my plane was boarding. I pulled away from the hug, tears streaming down my face. "This isn't the last of me." I said saluting them as I walked through the gate, this probably is the last of me, they probably will never see my face again. I tried ignoring the loud sobbing behind me. "New life." I whispered to my self.

When I got on the plane, I got out my iPod and put it on shuffle. Northern Downpour by Panic! At the disco turned on and I smiled. This song seems pretty appropriate right now. In a way, it represents me moving on from my past and the start of a hopefully happy life.

As the plane took off, my thoughts ran wild. Will I have siblings? Is my new family rich? What if they are assholes? Oh god, what if they don't like me? I turned my music up to block out my thoughts. As the song played, I watched the morning clouds grow closer to the plane. About an hour into the flight, I fell into a deep sleep.