Well there all grown up. Time to face the challenges of adulthood.But of course not without the help of family and friends. But when kids come in the picture will it be for better or worse.
(The story over time shifts from mostly Madison's P.O.V to...
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"Mom I still don't see the point of having a sister", I say.
"Grayson stop it you can't change my mind I want this", she says making me groan.
"Dad tell mom that this is stupid", I say towards my dad but he puts his hands up in defense.
"Don't drag me in it", he says and I roll my eyes.
"Stop trying to change my mom and go get ready for the adoption opening", she says strictly and I groan loudly before going upstairs and slamming the door.
I didn't want a sister. I wanted a brother, someone who likes manly stuff not dress up.
I wanted a brother who I can tell my secrets to without him judging me.
I felt depressed, it sucks because my family doesn't notice. No one really notices but Eden (FaithandMatthewskid) .
I didn't want to look after a sister I wanted a independent tuff brother. I may sound sexist but I don't intentionally mean to.
I get off of my bed and finally decided to get ready.
I decide on my black ripped jeans and my black Nirvana band tee. I put on my black converse and slide on my red flannel and my beanie.
I ruffle my brown hair before quiffing it up.
The more I think about this sister thing the sadder I got.
I put on my millions of bracelets to hide my scars.
Yes I cut but only because life is tough. I can't deal with it all the time so I just let it out. With a blade.
I sigh looking at myself in the mirror. I look a lot like my stupid father. I twist my snakebites with my teeth and hear a soft knock on the door.
"What?", I ask out loudly.
"Honey we're leaving", she says through the door and I roll my grey green eyes.
I pull my beanie down lower mumbling stuff to myself. I grab my phone before walking downstairs to my parents.
"Come on", she says smiling softly at me but I push past her.
"Hey watch it", my father says grabbing my wrist making me contain a loud scream.
I pull my wrist out of his embrace and walk to the car plugging my headphones in.
** "Look around", my mother says to me and I nod.
"What's the age?", I ask.
"16", she says and I nod. At least it wasn't a baby.
