Adopted by JackSepticEye

ONE

I woke up, groggily rubbing my eyes and then stretching my arms out, while still laying down. I knew my short hair was a mess, all in my eyes. I reached over toward my phone, mostly hitting random spots on my nightstand. I finally grabbed it, and checked the time. 12:23. I guess that's what happens when you're up late watching YouTube until 3 in the morning.

"Whatever," I thought, yawning. I got up to pick out some clothes from my suitcase, hiding away underneath my bed. I put on my Beatles sweatshirt, a Fall Out Boy shirt, some light gray sweatpants, and my bracelets (Pokémon and All Time Low.)

"Paige!" Mrs. Jenkins called my birth name. The staff refused to call me by my real name, so I usually ignored them. "Could you try and actually dress nice today?"

"Well, could you try and actually ACT nice today?" I responded, closing my door that she had opened and locking it. I knew the watchers had keys, but I decided to be a bit- well- asshole-y today. I hated the staff, especially her. Sure, she could decide if I were adopted or not with one word, but she called me by my birth name, and treated me as if I were trash, so I usually rebel immediately. "PAIGE! BE NORMAL FOR ONCE IN YOUR DAMN LIFE! WE HAVE A SPECIAL VISITOR TODAY!"

And then there's the more intense verbal abuse. She doesn't hit me, thank god, but she is quite a trash talker. She's put me in the section where they keep the "demented," as the staff calls them, and apparently being trans* puts me into that category. Needless to say, it's a strongly catholic orphanage. As she walked off, I slammed the door, not changing from my outfit.

About ten minutes later, I heard some voices, and one familiar one from way down the hall. I could barely hear, but a soft echo of them made their way to outside my door. I had opened it again, as the only air conditioner they allowed in the "demented" wing was in the hall, and I could've taken off my sweatshirt, but it was really comfy.

Anyway, familiar voice, I listened closely, leaning outside of the door. It was exactly who I thought. Sean/Jack McLoughlin, or JackSepticEye. There was a handful of kids waiting to get adopted, mostly young, but a few older ones. None from my wing. I saw him look right at me, and I quickly looked away. I saw him point at me from the corner of my eye, and I heard Mrs. Jenkins reply promptly, "Oh, you don't want her," she scoffed, "she's a freak!" I quietly made my way down the hall. He spotted me, and kept her distracted. I knew what he was doing. I made my way to the mens' bathroom, where I belonged, and waited in a stall.

"Hello?" Jack's voice rang through the bathroom, and I heard the door lock. I quickly unlocked the stall and stepped out, suddenly being face-to-f- well, chest, with one of my favorite YouTubers. "Now, what should I actually call you?"