Adopted by Nicki Minaj

Chapter 1: Meet & Greet

****VIER P.O.V***

  It's such a special day! Nicki Minaj finished the Pinkprint Tour, and she is doing a CD Signing for the very last time. I hope I get their in time to meet her. Ms. Ally agreed to take me since I didn't get to do anything for my birthday.

  I ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I overslept now I only have 2 hours to get ready. I ran to my dresser and found my long sleeved sweater I bought off of red bubble just like her's from the Feeling Myself music video. "Pervert 17" written right across the front of it. I through on my favorite white acid washed jeans, and a pair of black Vans. I ran downstairs brushing my hair, walking outside to see Ms. Ally waiting by the side of the car.

  I climbed in the passenger side and buckled my seat belt taking the aux cord before she could reach it. I plugged it into my phone putting The Pinkprint on shuffle and Truffle Butter playing first. I sing along to the song, then by the time the 6th song had played we arrived to the  CD Signing.

  I stepped out of the car walking to the front where all of the screaming fans were. I got here right before she did. A tinted trucks pulled up around the back of the building and I could see her in the back seat of the one right in the middle. Her window was rolled down and she was smiling at all of us, but didn't look as happy as we were.

  15 minutes passed and I stood in line to get my CD signed. It was my turn in line so I walked up to her as my heart bounced around in my chest and my head started getting light.

  Nicki: Hey babe, I love the shirt.

  Me: T-thank you! Thank you so much!

  Nicki reached out for my CD and I gave it to her.

  Nicki: Who should I make this out to?

  Me: V-Vier!

  She opened her pink metallic marker and signed big and bold, then gave it a big kiss.

  I shrieked in excitement.

I got my selfie with her, then walked to Ms. Ally with tears rolling down my face. I finally did it. I met my idol.

***Nicki's P.O.V***

  I'm so happy this tour is over. I got time on my hands to do as much as I want, and when I want. I thought that this last CD signing would be great. I gave signing to the last few boys and girls who were eager to meet me. But I wasn't very satisfied.

  Lately I've been feeling like I wanted a kid, but I don't the first thing about being a parent. People always say I'm not mother material, but I know that I would be a great mother. I just don't want any type of kid, I wan't an amazing one. Someone ordinary. Since I was already in Manhattan, when it got late I took the car and drove around to the closet adoption center about 35 minutes away from my hotel. Ally Adoption Agency. Since it was 12:00am, no one was up to see me knock on the door. When the lady opened up to see my first she shrieked in excitement, and let me in right away, then quickly directed me to her office.

Ms. Ally: Oh Nicki, I am so amazed that you showed up here. This is such an honor. I hope your enjoying your visit in New York.

Me: Yes, I have. It's a very beautiful city.

Ms. Ally: Indeed it is. So.. What brings you here.

Me: I'm looking to adopt, but not just anyone, someone who is special. Someone that I can trust, that can stay loyal. Doesn't matter which gender. Just someone you would suggest.

Ms. Ally: Well their is someone. I actually took him around to your CD signing a few hours ago. He's a great kid, very respectful, and knows his boundaries. He knows when to listen, and when to play. He's just had his 14th birthday 3 days ago, and he so happens to love your music. It is all that he listen's too. If you think about it he is probably upstairs with his headphones in right now listening to you.

Me: That sounds just perfect, can you tell me a little more about his background. Can I see his file?

Ms. Ally slides me his file and starts to tell me about everything in his life, and how he got here.

Ms. Ally: When Vier turned 6 yeas old, his parents died in a house fire, and the police immediately put me in his care after he released from the hospital. He has hard had times getting along with the other kids here, and I don't blame him. Other kids pick on him, they call him gay, and take his things. The last phone he had they took from him, then smashed it with a hammer in his face and told him that "Fags don't deserve anything!" I do everything in my power to keep him happy, and away from them. He has his own room on the 4th floor. But, even if he is gay, no one should be picked on about it.

  As I listen to her speak about his background I hold back my tears as I read his file. His name is Vier K. Miller. Born in 2000, on November 21st. I looked up at her and wiped my face and softly asked. "When can I meet him?"

Ms. Ally: I can make plans tomorrow for a Special Guest Appearance for all the kids here, and I'll let you guys talk. Does that sound good?

Me: Yes It does, thank you so much.