Adopted by Taylor Swift

Adoption day

Jessica's perspective

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It was adoption day, me and my sister were upstairs trying to get ourselves to look somewhat put together. I was doing her hair right now; into two pigtails that sat higher up on her head. She liked it when I did her hair, and I like doing her hair. Her hair was so long and silky, and very blonde.

"Aren't you excited sissy? We're gonna get chosen this time! I know it!" Avery exclaimed. She's five, so I'll cut her some slack, but she doesn't know what she's talking about. We're not gonna get adopted. No one wants a fourteen year old, and no one wants a five year old that won't go anywhere without said fourteen year old.

I couldn't let her down, but I couldn't get her hopes up too high. "Yeah, maybe." I just say with a smile plastered on my face. That was part of being in an orphanage, I've learned how to be a good actress.

I finished her hair and smoothed down her dress. "There you go. You look beautiful." I tell her. She spins around for me and I laugh.

I feel bad, not for myself, but for Avery. She's only five years old and she lives in an orphanage. She may live in this orphanage for as long as I may live here. Because like I said, no one wants a fourteen year old. Emphasis on the teen part of fourteen, no one wants a teen.

She grabs my hand and pulls me up off my knees and to my feet. She drags me over to the bathroom so we can look in the mirror. We look good, and we look like siblings.

We both have blue doe-shaped eyes and a naturally red-lipped smile. We have the same facial build and the same pale complexion. The only difference in us is that my dirty blonde hair is slightly darker then hers, which is bright blonde. Her hair is in pigtails, my hair is pulled back into one slick high pony. She's wearing a cuter pink dress with shiny pink flats and I'm wearing jeans and a fancy sweater with converse. I have a pair of hoops clipped into my ears and I put a pair of little studs in her ears.

Avery giggles. "Were gonna get adopted, were gonna get adopted." She sings.

I sigh. I really hope so Avery, I really hope so.

I hear Theresa call for everyone downstairs. I pick Avery up in my arms and hurry downstairs; Theresa isn't exactly what one would call patient.

But of course, we were the last downstairs.

Theresa stood with her arms crossed and her held tilted to the side, she had a skeptical eyebrow raised. "Jessica and Avery. Last ones downstairs, again."

From the corner of my eye I saw Claire stuck her tounge out at me. I shuddered. I hate Claire. And the feeling is mutual. We hate each other. A lot.

Theresa must've noticed Claire too, but she didn't say anything. She never does. She doesn't care. Not about me, or Avery, or Claire, or about any of us. She just cares about the paycheck she gets for watching us.

Theresa shook her head and started to talk, "Claire, there is a woman here that would like to talk to you. The rest of you will have to wait for a few minutes until I can bring in someone else."

I saw Claire bounce with excitement, but then quickly calm herself down and make another face at me. She then followed Theresa out of the common room towards the door to the hall that led to the office.

It all started when we were younger. I got dumped here, along with my sister. She was one. I was ten. Our father had been an alcoholic for as long as I could remember and all of Avery's life. He did some things a normal dad would never do, and some things that I still can recall like the back of my hand even today.