Nicki Minaj Is My Big Sis

A New Home

"So what are some things you are looking for in the child you would like to adopt."

"One of the older ones would be good."

"We have two sixteen year olds. Usually the older kids are fostered because it is not long till they are able to go off as adults."

"i would like to adopt a younger child but they need a lot of attention and with my schedule i'm not free enough to take care of them. Teens learn to be independant so they don't need as much attention as young children do."

"I understand. I'll introduce you to Demetria and Kasey, this way please." The two women walk down to the end of a long corridor where Kasey and Demetria's room is located.

The social worker knock on the door before she enters the girls room. "Hey Demetria. Where's Kasey? Demetria! Demetra!!!"

"Huh?"

"Are you listening to Marilyn Monroe again?"

"Nicki is the only one who understands me."

"I'm sure she's not the only one who understands you. If you would just open up. Anyways, this is Ms. Maraj and she's thinking of adopting you or Kasey. Where is Kasey anyways?"

"She's helping Mary with a cut on her arm."

"Alright, I'll go get her while you get acquainted with Ms. Maraj." The social worker said as she left the room to find Kasey.

Ms. Maraj stands in front od Demetria's bed in awkward silence. It is five minutes before Demetria says something. "Why do you want to adopt?"

"I want kids. I'm single right now and I don't want to wait until I'm old. And i thought it would be nice to make somebody elses life better."

"Where do you live?"

"Malibu. But I'm renting place here at the moment."

"Why?"

"I have some business to take care of right now and it's gonna take a while. I was also feeling some nostalgia for my home city."

"That's all good but you aren't going to find anyone good to adopt just by coming to New York."

"I know, i think that if I feel a connection with someone I know that person will be the one for me to adopt."

"That's a stupid philosophy."

"You have your opinion and I have mine." Just as the two finished their conversation the social worker returned with Kasey following behind her.

Kasey and Ms. Maraj talked for an hour before they realized that it was seven o'clock. which was an hour from the curfew that was placed over the children of this state house. They said their goodbyes  and Ms. maraj returned to the front hall.

"Do you know which girl you would like to adopt?"

"I do, i'd like to adopt Demetria."

"Are you sure? I mean, you hit it off much better with Kasey."

"I know but I feel like Demertria is the one I'm supposed to adopt. And I think if I don't my conscience will nag me until I do adopt her."

"Alright, so we just need to go through normal procedure and view your home to be sure that it is suitable for Demetria to be living there."

"Alright."

"How soon can we inspect?"

"We can go right now.."

"Let me just get the appropriate files."

It takes an hour to make sure that the apartment was not in violation of any regilations. The two women sat at the kitchen table when the social worker was pleased with what she saw. She explained to Miss Maraj what the documents that would allow her to adopt Demetria said. Once they were all signed they agreed that Maraj would come to pick up Demetria the next afternoon.

"Demetria, you need to wake up now."

"Why? I never have to get up this early."

"You need to start packing to move to your new home."

"Huh?"

"You've been adopted. NOW GET READY." the voice hissed.

Demetria relunctantly gets out of bed and packs the little she was allowed to bring with her as quietly as possible as not to wake up kasey who was still sleeping.

By ten she was ready to go but was nervous on if her new 'mom' would like her outfit. Ever since that crash she wasn't as sure about things as she used to be.

When her mother by adoption arrived, Demetria said goodbye to all her friends from the government home. Many tears were shed and somehow Demetria managed to stay strong until she was seated in Maraj's car. Then she completely broke down.

"Everything will be alright. We can visit them from time to time if you want."

"Really? Thanks...um..." she didn't know what to call the person who was caring enough to give her a new home. Even if it was wierd to adopt a sixteen year old.

"Nicki."

"Nicki," the girl repeated.

The two arrived the apartment and Nicki showed Demetria the different rooms in the three bedroom, two and half bathroom apartment. There was also a pretty big livingroom and a kitchen a bit bigger than average.

"So any questions?"

"Will I be able to go back to my school."

"I don't know why not. Except when we go back to Malibu. But that won't be for a while."

"I don't like the idea of leaving my friends."

"Well, you can visit them and they can come visit you."

"I guess that's alright."

"Ok..." Just then NIcki's phone rang, "Barbie... right now?.. Alright I'll be right there." Nicki put her phone away before looking back at Demetria. "I'll let you get settled in, I have to go meet some people. If you need anything, I put my number on your phone and that's it I think.'

"When d'you get my phone?"

"It fell out your pocket when you were saying bye to your friends." With that Nicki left and Demetria unpacked the few items in her possession at the moment. She saw realized how little she was allowed to bring when she saw the size of her room. But now that she had a permanent residence she could back to her parents house and get the rest of her belongings.

Of course she would only be able to go when Nicki was free. She was already really busy. Demetria could tell by the fact that when Nicki showed her round the apartment that the desk in the office was cluttered with papers.

She wondered exactly what Nicki did that she was this busy. she made a mental note to ask her later.