The Archer: A Taylor Swift Adoption Story

Part 1

~Sadie's POV~
I'm going to run away from my awful foster home. Taylor Swift has a concert and I have wanted to go. A few months ago, I decided to buy a ticket without my foster parents knowing and go to the concert. Today's the day to go to the concert. I get all of my things and grab the tickets and sneak out the window. I get outside and I start running. I get to the stadium and show my ticket. I get inside the stadium and sit in seat 13 in the front row. I had to sit in the 13th seat for Taylor. It's her lucky number and my lucky number too. Ever since she came into my life, I love everything she loves. The intro to the concert starts and I start singing along. "My name is Taylor. And I was born in 1989!" Taylor says over the music. She comes out in her 'Lover' bodysuit and she looks so pretty! Three and a half hours later, the concert had ended. I start to walk towards the exit when I was pushed to the ground. I feel a sharp pain in my ankle. I get up, limping and go to the closest room. "Darling, what are you doing back here? Are you lost?" I hear someone ask. I look up and see Taylor Alison Swift looking at me with a concerned look on her face. I feel tears well up in my eyes and my ankle hurts so bad. I knew she sensed my anxiety. "C'mere, darling." She says. I limp over to the couch and sit next to her. I look at her with tears starting to fall and she gives me the 'lay on my shoulder' look. I lay my head on her shoulder and I just start crying. She wraps her arm around my left arm and gently rubs it. "It's okay. Let it out. Shhh. You're okay." She says. My heart is pounding and my breathing starts to quicken. I know I'm having a panic attack with Taylor Alison Swift in the room. "Hey, I need you to follow my breathing, okay?" She says as I nod. "In and out. Good girl. In and out." She says. I finally calm down after a few minutes of me trying to breathe with Taylor. I lift my head off her shoulder and wipe my tears. "You okay, darling?" She asks. I want to talk to her but, my anxiety is making seem like I don't want to talk or I can't talk. So, I just nod. "Not much of a talker?" She asks. I shrug. I move my lips and try to talk but, nothing comes out. "It's okay. Take your time." She says. "My name is Sadie, I'm 13 years old, your lucky number and a huge fan." I say, laughing when I mentioned her lucky number. "Well, it's nice to meet you Sadie." She says. "Are you here alone?" She asks. "Um, yeah. I got tickets a couple months ago and I ran away from my foster home." I say. "You're a foster child?" She asks. "Um, yeah." I say, ashamed for bothering her. Especially on the night of her concert. "I'm sorry for asking that. I'm just curious, you know?" She says. "No, no, no. It's totally fine. I get that." I say. "Do you want to stay with me for a while?" She asks. "Me, Sadie Rose Baker staying at Taylor Alison Swift's house?!" I ask, completely shocked. "Only if you want to." She says. "Absolutely! Thank you!" I say. "You're welcome, Sadie." She says. "I'll carry you to the car and when we get to my house, I'll get some ice for your ankle." She says. "Okay." I say. This is a dream come true!