Hold Tight (Phan Adoption)

Chapter One

Dan's POV

I make my way up the steps of St. Josephs Children's home. My shadow follows me when I reach the door, immediately disappearing as I step inside. The beige walls surround me as I walk to the empty desk. Waiting patiently, I tap my fingers on the desktop and my eyes begin to wander.

  The chandelier above me is enchanting. The soft lighting bounces off the hundreds of crystals creating a very warm feel. There are random bowls filled with random things decorating the room, this definitely seemed like a fancy place. Did they even need my help?

"Hello, may I help you?" A woman greets me while smiling. Her greyish hair is pin straight and comes right above her shoulder.

"Hello there, I just came in to see how I would go about donating some money I've saved up?" I gave a polite smile and shoved my hands in my pockets nervously. I definitely didn't want to say anything unnecessary.

For a while I've been meaning to be involved with some charity. I don't want to make a big deal of it like most people with a good bit of money do, I feel as though they like to create a positive opinion about themselves to others. I really just want to help those in need. Privately.

"Oh my! It has been so long since we've had someone actually donate! Please follow me!" Her expression was very cheerful and grateful. She was smiling ear to ear before she turned around and asked "What's your name, hun?"

"Daniel, or Dan. Whichever you prefer Ms.." I trail.

"Bigsley. Well come with me and I get get you some authorization forms!"

I follow Ms. Bigsley down a long hallway, this must be the business end of the building. There are filing cabinets filled with records and little offices with desks and and computers. We finally reach the middle aged woman's office cubical were she instructs me to take a seat. I sit opposite of her in front of the cherry cedar desk.

"So Daniel, what makes you want to donate?" She asks while pulling folders up on her computer and types.

I cross my legs and clear my throat. "I just want to help out, the holidays are coming up and hopefully my contribution will make a difference.." I try to pick and choose my words so I don't say something awkward, as always.

"Well we do appreciate any and every donation!" Ms. Bigsly turns around in her roller chair and snags the newly printed papers. She attaches the to a clipboard and hands it to me along with the nearest pen. "Fill out your name, age, address and the bank you go through ."

"Thank you.." I start to fill out the paper to the best of my abilities. I come across a strange question for an authorization paper. Occupation.

"Ms? I uh.. What do you need to know my occupation for?" I ask curiously. The last thing I need is for someone to know my job and the information of me donating to this charity, I don't want it to be anywhere near the press.

"Just so we know that the money has been earned and not stolen, I personally don't think its a necessary question but," she pauses and sighs.  "Its not up to me."

I nod and look back down at the form. What do I put? Entertainer? Youtuber? Radio show host?

I end up putting "Entertainer/Radio host".

Right as I hand the form back, shouting and screaming sounds above us. Ms. Bigsly curses under her breath and stands up quickly.

"Dog-gone-it! They are at it again!"

"Who?" I ask, my curiosity at it again.

"Some the older kids don't quite get along.. Come with me. I was gonna give you a tour but I need to break them up. We can start from there." The middle aged woman leaves the room and I follow quickly. Her strides are long and I try to catch up as we tread up a flight of steps.