UNIVERSAL BOUND

Chapter 1: I'm not Heimdall Jackass.

Botswana, Gaborone

Social and Family Welfare office

"Social and Family Welfare services Ms. Tumelo speaking," the receptionist says breaking the spine-chilling silence I have endured for the past fifteen minutes. While my sister seems overly excited about this I on the other hand have only been thinking of the worst possible scenarios for one who would even think about adopting not just one but two kids from what I know from people of this generation is that having a child in this economy is doomsday apocalypse to them. Another thing is anyone who is willing to adopt is either trying to traffic kids for prostitution or for body parts, actual loving parents is usually at a probability of 0.9% and I will say I don't like those odds anyone who says otherwise is a liar there are no good foster parents out there.

"Right?" A sweet silky voice says from beside me. The literal only reason I'm still tolerating this shitty ass planet and all its atrocities, Humans. Sure, I'm one too but seriously this species sucks. Nora my sweet innocent, nutshell of a little sister is the only thing keeping me going after the accident. The fact that I haven't spiraled out of control or been sent to Arkham asylum is true master of control.

"Hellooo?" Nora says pulling me back "Yeah? Sorry." I say in an awakening daze "Dude what are you thinking abou- You're doubting the new foster parents are you? You always do this but this time you're wrong I can feel it." She says in that hopeful the world's full of rainbows voice of Her's. "Need I remind you that you've said this before 'Oh they have a dog surely they can't be that cruel?' or my favorite one 'Oh Lil look she owns a bakery and has the best cookies in the whole city' say tell me how it felt to fly high that night I'm curious?" I say and she immediately gives me the side eye. "I'm just saying that this time I have a feeling that something is about to happen, and it feels amazing besides Ms. Neo says that they're banked, from England and amazingly nice. Do you know they run a charity fund for other orphanages in Botswana and other parts of Africa? seems awfully generous of them, don't you think?" She says matter of factly. "I know Nora I was there when you were snooping and besides, they may be rich and overly generous, but I still don't trust them." I say sinking in the seat "Okay can't help your paranoid ass and we agreed never to mention the cookies thing!" she points her index finger at me "No you suggested it and I said I'd consider it and I did but then I just decided that shit's way too funny to ignore." We laugh as I finish, and I'm cut off by the sound of heels on the tile.

I turn my head to where Nora was facing and see the very tall Ms. Neo heading our way with two other glowing individuals behind her which must be the new foster parents someone should really tell white people to not wear bright colors it's like I'm staring into the freaking sun for fuck sakes. Anyway, according to all novels I've read I need to describe them, but seriously don't you guys have your own wild imagination just think white perky redhead I honestly want to see if you can do it. Anyway, her male accomplice looked good enough to be my sugar daddy I know that sounds wrong since he did adopt me but damn, I swear he's a mixture of Zayn Malik and Ryan Reynolds. Did they have a baby and not tell anyone? He had beautiful brown eyes like Zayn and the boyish genes like Ryan which was what every girl searches for in a man, I think?

"Now here we are, girls I would like to introduce you to Mr. Michael and Mrs. Savannah Gordon. Your now new parents." Parents is a bit pushy but whatever. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Lillian this is my sister Nora." I gestured to Nora behind me who gave her brightest smile and waved. "Oh, this is so cool. I'm nervous and excited" She says in a wheeze "You're nervous? I'm shaking." The lady from behind Ms. Neo speaks in a squeal. Savannah? was it? "It's like you can just explode any minute." Nora continues and Mrs. Gordon steps up to her as she begins. "Like heating up a popcorn cornel." "Or filling up a balloon with helium!" *they laugh* I smile at how happy she is when speaking to her and look back to Mr. Gordon who is stone still in his sleek black tux, if that isn't a red flag I don't know what is and to all the guys reading this like 'Nah dude you're just paranoid like all the other chicks' well "dude" you can't even get how terrifying it is to be potentially raped or sold so go read something a little more educational, oh wait, you are!