Mitch took me on a tour around the rest of the house, then told me all about his acapella band, Pentatonix, and how their new album was coming out soon. It turned out that Scott, Mitch and I had been talking for almost 3 hours, so we decided it was time to make dinner. Honestly, I was expecting some mushed up crap, like back at the orphanage, but Scott made these delicious-looking pancakes whilst Mitch and I watched Spongebob on the TV. The younger kids at the orphanage used to watch this show, but I didn't mind.
We sat down at the dinner table, just the three of us, and I lifted the first bite of pancake into my mouth. I chewed and chewed, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to swallow. I suppose my body hadn't been fed for so long, it didn't like the idea of having food again. I set my fork down on my plate and gulped down a sip of water, sending the pancakes down with it. Scott and Mitch asked me if I was okay, and somehow I brought myself to continue eating. I was so proud of myself. I finished almost the entire plate! In fact, I was very full. It was such a weird feeling, one that I hadn't experienced in a long time.
I helped clean up the dishes, then Mitch told me that it was probably time for me to go to bed. I agreed. I was tired from all the excitement. I went to my bathroom and washed my face, having forgotten about my bruised eye. The concealer came off as I washed my face using some of Mitch's skincare stuff. "Crap." I thought to myself. How am I meant to cover it up now? Right at that moment, Scott knocked on the door. I panicked and grabbed the towel, pretending I was drying my face, making sure my eye was covered at all times. "Come in." I said and Scott entered.
"I just wanted to tell you that the others will be coming over tomorrow. Avi, Kevin and Kirstie."
"Awesome. I can't wait to meet them." I said. I realised that I'd lifted my head up to speak, and instantly knew that Scott had noticed my bruised eye. "What's that?" he said, worriedly.
I pretended I didn't know what he was talking about. "What's what?" I replied. Scott stepped towards me, lifting my head up with his hand and moving my tangled hair out of the way. "Ohh, that!" I said playfully, in the hope that he might excuse it. He didn't.
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PTX Adoption (#PTXtoNZ)
FanficI lay on my bed, thinking about my life and they way everything turned out. I remembered that one night, where everything changed, and now, I'm stuck here.
