Emma-Lou // Taylor Swift Adoption Fic

June 25th, 2026

I'm back!! As promised! Updates might be a bit staggered right now but I want to try to make them weekly. Thanks for all of your patience guys.

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I typically class my days as good days or bad days. It's what I've done for years. But today, I haven't been able to decide if I class as a good or a bad day.

Here's why...

Today was the last day of school before summer which would make this a good day if the day happened to go as planned. It didn't though.

The first half of the day was fine actually. Javia and I couldn't stop talking about our summer plans. She was asking me if I'd be going on trips with Taylor and Joe since Joe is originally from London, England. I'm not actually sure if I am, but I suppose it's a possibility. It would be kind of cool, wouldn't it?

Anyways, after we discussed our plans, it was lunch and then recess. We played a few games like tic tac toe and hangman during lunch and then joined a game of manhunt on the climber since it finally re-opened for the last week of school.

There's always maintenance issues with it and it never opens when it should.

And during the second block of the day, the teacher gave us free time so Javia and I spent that together. It was proving to be a good day and I was happy. The last day of school is always a good day. It just always has been. I mean, it's the start of summer and a much needed break from school work and classmates. What could make it a bad day?

Well... I found the answer to that question at second recess.

It was unprompted. Javia and I were just minding our own business when Alesha came over and well... it's embarrassing to even write it down.

She started to talk to me. She said things that weren't so nice and yes, it made me cry a little. I hate that it did.

While we sat under the shade of one of the trees in the yard, Alesha had crouched down in front of me, a teasing  smirk on her face.

"So, word is that you got adopted finally by the Taylor Swift," she began. "Just wait for it Emma. She's an international superstar with more fans around the world than people you've ever batted an eye at. What makes you think she's going to have time for you?"

She laughed.

"You're delusional if you think that. Have you ever heard of charity cases?"

I would've glanced at Javia, but I felt frozen in place, afraid to make a move. At least I was sitting this time. I can't afford my knee getting anymore scratched up.

She continued. "It's what you are, Em. Something to make her look good so people think she's a good person and she gets more fans. She doesn't love you. She just loves herself and the stupid rich life that she lives with a job that barely classes as a real job."

I gulped and my hands grew sweaty. Her words were starting to settle in at this point.

She shook her head and bit her lip for a moment, her body stiff as she took one last jab at me. "Whatever. See you next year weirdo. I won't be surprised if you're back at the orphanage at that time - maybe in another city too so I don't have to deal with you again. It freakin' annoys me that you don't talk when I ask you questions."

With a scoff, she got to her feet and walked off. That's when I turned to Javia and gave her a look as if to ask if it was all true. I was confused and conflicted. I couldn't help wonder if she was fully right or just partially right, but I had a feeling she was right in some way.