Are We In The Clear Yet?: A Taylor Swift Adoption Story

Chapter 1: Sneaking Into A Taylor Swift Concert

Chloe's POV:
It's exactly 10 pm. The Taylor Swift concert is starting in a couple minutes. I want to go so badly. I can't afford tickets though. I plan on sneaking into the concert. I successfully got out of the orphanage without getting caught. I quickly run as fast as I can to the stadium where Taylor's performing. I'm out of breath from running but, I finally made it to the stadium. I quickly get past security so I don't get caught and hurry to the stage. There's a huge crowd but, I made my way to the 13th front seat. The concert is starting and I'm so excited. Taylor comes out in her sparkly outfit and starts singing 'Welcome To New York'. I sing along with her and the crowd. She glances at me quickly and then directs her attention to everybody. After 2 and a half hours of singing and dancing with Taylor and the crowd, the concert was over. I try to blend in with the crowd so I don't get caught. I manage to get past the ticket line. "HEY! WHERE'S YOUR TICKET?!" A security guard yells. Oh no. This wasn't supposed to happen. I start running and I can hear him yell at two more guards to stop me. I keep running faster. I can hear the three guards' voices and footsteps following me. I reach a door and I open it. I keep running. I didn't look at my feet and I tripped and rolled my ankle badly. I normally don't cry over injuries but, I'm really scared and my ankle hurts so bad. I start crying loud but not too loud. Tears made my vision blurry and I couldn't breathe right. I knew right then and there, I was having a panic attack. Through my blurry vision, I see the guards coming towards me and that made my heart race even more. My breathing was getting shallow and I couldn't stop crying. "Hey! What's going on here?" I hear a familiar voice ask. "She doesn't have a ticket!" One of the guards yelled. "You guys need to look at her for a moment. She's hurt and can't you see that she's in destress?" The voice says. I see her bend down, "I need you to follow my breathing, okay darling?" She says. I nod. "Breathe in and out. Good girl. In and out. In and out." She says. "Now, let's go get that ankle healed." She says. I wipe my eyes and I see that Taylor Alison Swift was helping me through a panic attack. She puts out her hand and she helps me up. I feel lightheaded so I squeeze her hand but, not too tight. She led me to the couch in her dressing room. "Quite the fall, huh?" She says. I nod. I'm still shaken up and shocked. "Here's some ice." She says as she hands me ice for my ankle. I see a tall redhead coming in and looking at me for a couple seconds then at Taylor. "Did you find out anything about her?" Taylor asks. "No one filed a missing persons report. I don't know if they even know that she's gone." The woman said. Then it clicks. The redhead is Tree Panie, Taylor's publicist. "Darling, can you tell me your name and age?" Taylor asks. I hesitate before saying anything, "My name's Chloe and I'm 9 years old." I say. "Thank you, Chloe." She says. "Chloe, what are you doing here all alone?" She asks. "I'm such a huge fan and I really wanted to see you live. I can't afford tickets so I ran away and snuck in. I'm sorry." I say. "No, Chloe. It's okay. Why did you run away? Why didn't you ask your parents to take you?" She asks. Both of my parents are dead but, I don't want Taylor to know that I'm an orphan. But, I also don't want to lie to my favorite person in the world. "Both of my parents died when I was 6 months old. I've been in an orphanage since." I say. "Oh, Chloe. I'm so sorry." Taylor says. "What orphanage do you live at?" She asks. "Mrs. Jones Orphanage For Girls." I say. "Thank you, Chloe." Tree says. "Are you going to send me back?" I ask. "Um, Tree is going to call and figure out why Mrs. Jones didn't file a missing persons report." She says. "Then I'll be going back?" I ask. "As of right now, you will not be going back. But if the reason that Mrs. Jones gives is not questionable, then yes, you will be going back." She says. "You will be staying with me for the time being." She says. "Thank you for everything." I say. "You're welcome, Chloe." She says. Hopefully Mrs. Jones gives a questionable reason so that I don't have to go back to that awful place.