New Beginnings (Anthem Lights)

Adopted?

Mikayla's P.O.V

"Kaylie!" a voice said.

I groaned and turned on my stomach in bed.

"Kaylie!" the voice said, louder.

I grunted.

Something fluffy and soft, yet hard enough to hurt for a few seconds smacked me against my head.

"Ow! Phoebe! What was that for?!" I asked, sitting up.

My short, brunette roommate was standing next to my bed, smirking with her pillow in hand. "Well, you wouldn't wake up! What was I supposed to do? Last time I tried to shake you awake, you almost karate chopped my hand off!" Phoebe said defensively.

Phoebe had been my roommate for almost ten years. We had two other roommates, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Phoebe, our roommates, and I lived in a group orphange home that had at least twenty kids with ages ranging from infant to 17.

Phoebe had long brunette hair and blue eyes. She had tan skin and a slight southern accent. She was only 4"8 and got teased by some of the boys in our group home for being so short and being fourteen.

I was fifteen and had auburn shoulder-length hair. I had brown eyes and fair skin. I beat Phoebe in height by at least three inches.

"What time is it?" I asked, running a hand through my hair. "Around 8:45," Phoebe said, putting her pillow back on her bed.

"Why'd you wake me up?" I asked, confused. Phoebe thought about it for a moment, then said, "Oh! That's right. Ms. Bennett wanted you to get dressed and come downstairs. There's a family that's interested in adopting you!"

At first I stared at my best friend of ten years in confusion. Couples only wanted to adopt babies, not teenagers.

I shrugged and did as Mrs. Bennett said.

Ms. Bennett was an older woman with grey-ish hair that was always put up. She had soft, kind, green eyes and wrinkles under her eyes when she smiled. She was the sweetest person, but you still always wanted to do what she said. She never yelled at us, but has this creepy look to get us to do what she wants. A few of the boys are convinced she's a cyborg.

Anyway, I threw on my favorite purple V-neck short sleeve shirt, jean shorts, and converse.

Phoebe was already dressed and went downstairs with me.

Ms. Bennett was talking with the newest two yr. old, Belle, but stopped and smiled when she saw me.

"Mikayla, there you are. They're waiting for you in the room down the hall," Ms. Bennett said. "Who are 'they'?" I asked. "They're interested in adopting an older sister for their three girls, and I suggested you. They said you sounded great and are waiting for you down the hall. Now go, go!" she said, shooing me off.

I hugged Phoebe then went nervously down the hall. The last time I was interviewed by a family I was ten. They fostered me for a little then I was sent back.

I opened the door and poked my head in. 

A man with brown hair and an unshaven beard was sitting with a little girl, no older than five in his lap. The little girl had blonde, very curly hair and blue eyes. A toddler no older than Belle was next to the five yr. old. She had blonde short hair and blue eyes like the five yr. old. There was a woman next to the man with long, blonde hair, like her daughters. She was holding a baby that was sleeping and had black hair.

The man spotted me and a smile broke out on his face. "You must be Mikayla. Hi, I'm Alan and this is my wife Brycie. These are our daughters Avery Jade, Presley, and that's Rowe," he explained.

I shyly walked in and waved. I sat in the chair across from them. "How old are you, Mikayla?" Brycie asked. "Fifteen," I said quietly.

We talked for what seemed like a few minutes, but I think it was actually an hour. "My best friend Phoebe and I have been roommates for about ten years," I said, not really looking them in the eye. There was a knock on the door, then Ms. Bennett poked her head in.

"Mikayla, breakfast is in the kitchen. I'd like to talk with Mr. and Mrs. Powell for a moment if you don't mind," she said. I nodded and stood. "Nice meeting you," I told the couple. "Bye! I hope you will be our new sister!" Avery Jade said. I smiled softly then left.

Phoebe was waiting for me when I walked out. "How'd it go? What'd you think? What'd they think? Are they nice? Do they have any kids? What're they like? Do they-," Phoebe rambled. "Phoebs! Breathe!" I instructed. She stopped and took a deep breath. "I'm not sure how it went, they're nice. I don't know what they thought, yes they have kids, and they're-," I started but was cut off by the door opening.

We both turned and saw Alan and Brycie come out smiling along with their happy daughters. "Welcome to the family Mikayla!" Alan said.

My jaw dropped. Was this for real?