Adopted into a Rock Star's Home

Knocks on my front door sounded through the house. “Is your mother home?” asked the man in a suit and tie.

 I looked him over and answered with a simple “Yes.” I turned away from him and yelled up the stairs at my mother. “Mother the social worker is here, get down here so I can leave you sooner.

“I’m coming you good for nothing little brat!” she yelled down the stairs, a whisky bottle in her hands. “What do you want!” she said rudely to the man.

 “Ma’am, I need you to sign some papers and then you daughter will be in the custody of the state.” The man was very polite with her despite her rudeness.

“Fine whatever as long as she is gone.” She signed the papers and slammed the door in our face. The man turned to me and smiled grabbing my suit case and walking to his car.

I think now would be the perfect time to introduce myself. My name is Scream, well not technically but I hate my real name because it’s the one my mother gave me.

My real name is Lisa Rose. I have piercing grey blue eyes, stick straight black hair with purple streaks, pale white complexion and snake bites.

While growing up my mother never paid attention to me, except for when she wanted to beat me or yell at me for being a burden to her, and my father is not in the picture.

He left when I was a baby and my mother blames me for it all. She says that if I wasn’t born then he would not have left her but now that I’m gone he will come back to her. I think not.

I found a letter that my father left me that my mother had hidden from me, saying he was sorry that he left but he couldn’t take mothers drinking.

I understand him completely in that subject. All she is, is an abusive piece of shit.

I watch the scenery pass by us in the window as we travel to the foster home. The social worker kept looking over at times; it kind of freaked me out.

When we arrived at the home we got out of the car and walked in. as I walked in I took a look at my surroundings.

It was pretty in the reception area but when a girl walked through the hall she gave me a disgusted look and walked out. This should be fun.

As we walked into the foster mother’s office she looked up and smiled. 

“Hello there Lisa!” she greeted me with enthusiasm laced in her voice.

“Don’t call me that!” I snapped at her.

“Okay then what do you want to be called?” she asked me.

“Scream, my name is Scream.” I told her.

“Okay Scream, my name is Sondra, and I am the foster mother here. This is the place you will stay until you get adopted or turn 18.” She told me.

“Well you’re fucking blunt aren’t you?” I asked her sarcastically.

“I guess you could say I’m and blunt person, but there is no need for that language.” She scolded me.

“Haha, really? That ‘language’ is all I’ve ever known. So thank you very fucking much I will continue to use this ‘language’.”

“Well if you keep this up you will not have any privileges left.” She said.

“I’ve never had any privileges to begin with, thank you!” I said raising my voice a little louder.

“Well Scream I think it’s time for you to go to your room.” She told me as she got up. “Follow me.” She said as she walked out of the room.

The social worker handed me my suit case and walked out the front door. I followed the woman up the stairs and into the attic. 

“Here is your room, breakfast is at 9:00am and dinner is at 5:00pm. If you’re late for either one you do dishes with whoever else is late. Got it?” she asked.

“Got it.” I replied.

She walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Sighing I sat my suitcase on the bed and began to unpack. I unpacked my multitude of band tees and my colorful array of skinny jeans.

 I placed my makeup on the dressers top, which had a mirror on it. I placed my bracelet rope on the wall. I began making the bracelet rope in ninth grade.

It had an array of different band bracelets ranging from Black Veil Brides to Blood on the Dance Floor. Most people don’t get the way I dress but to be honest, I really don’t give two shits.

As I got done with my clothes I started on my posters, starting with my BVB then, Sleeping with Sirens, Falling in Reverse, Motionless in White, Pierce the Veil, My Chemical Romance, Blood on the Dance Floor, All Time Low, Icon for Hire, and Fit for Rivals.

When I was finished three of the four walls were covered in posters. As I finished hanging all the posters I sat on my bed and fell back. I sighed as I realized I was most likely going to be here for a long while.

As I sat on my bed for a while, my mind began to wonder through things that may go on, what type of family will I get if I get adopted. What will they look like? Will they actually care about me or will they treat me like my mother did?

I guess I won’t know until it happens.

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Pic of Scream on the side!