it's nice to have a friend (adopted by taylor swift)

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Lacey's pov:

"Lacey! will you just stop complaining, we are going to this party whether you like it or not. It's your aunts birthday for Christ's sake!" My mom yelled from the drivers seat of the car. My mom had forced me to go to my aunt's 50th birthday and I really just wanted to go home. But my mom decided we had to, because she always does. 

"Mom, pay attention to the road!" I yelled back at her because she was driving like a crazy person at this point. Just then she turned to look back at the road but it was already too late.

The car swerved and the tires screeched along the road. Just then we went head on into another car, everything went so fast and I somehow managed to think to brace myself by pulling my arms above my head to shield myself.

The glass shattered through the car and we flipped over, just then everything went black...

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Beep beep beep.  All I could hear was monitors beeping and strangers hurrying about, they sounded frantic. I didn't really care as to what was going on, I had a real bad headache. But then I opened my eyes to blinding white lights. I shot up in a panic, wondering where I was.

A woman dressed in a white coat down to her knees gently pushed me back down "John! The girls awake" she shouted. She must've been early into her career because when the man came over she just stood and watched.

"What happened? Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here?" I questioned them all while looking around the room frantically. "You're in the hospital. My name is Dr. Patel, what's your name?" The man asked me slowly. "Lacey, where's my mom" I replied, getting even more panicked when I realised my mom wasn't here with me.

"Your mom is in surgery right now, please stop panicking. Now tell me, how are you feeling right now?" The doctor asked me while shining a bright light into my eyes.

"Not great. My head hurts" I lifted up my arm to touch my head "ow, fuck, and so does my arm" I continued.

"Okay we're running some checks and then we'll medicate you, and your arm is most likely broken still just check that and get you in a cast" Dr. Patel said to me.

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They gave me some medicine for my head and put a cast on my arm, "is my mom gonna be okay?" I asked the woman who was putting my cast on while Dr. Patel left the room.

"She was in critical condition so I can't promise you anything honey, but don't worry about it. Let's do something to pass the time, hm... who's your favourite singer?"

"You can't expect me not to worry about my mom when you tell me she's in critical condition, Linda!" I said, frustrated. I took a look at her name tag to see what her name was that's how I found out.

The room was silent for a few moments as I got angry and a few tears sat on my cheeks. "My favourite singer is Taylor Swift by the way" I mumbled to her.

"Really? Me too, what your favourite album?!" She said with a cheery voice. I could tell she was just trying to keep my happy and stop me from thinking about my mom, but it wasn't working.

"Folklore" I said bluntly.

Just then a professional looking woman walked through the doorway with a briefcase, she had a solemn look on her face and a badge saying 'Julie'

Shit. She looks like a social worker. 

I was familiar with them because my best friend has been an orphan her whole life, and I've spoken to her social workers many times when she's gone missing. She does that quite a lot.