"Sarah!" shouted my dad from downstairs. I ran down and the look in his eyes made me back away. He said "No come here they billed me 283 dollars and I am mad now let me!" Before I could run he grabbed my wrist and punched me in the stomach. I fell to the ground and he ran to my room and said "I am taking 300 dollars from your college fund. Later I was watching TV with my mom and when I told her she said "You shouldn't argue," "You would've done the same thing." I said and she smacked me then and there. She told me to go upstairs and I ran up to the attic (Aka, my room) I closed the door and plopped on my bed. Meadow my puppy jumped on my bed and I stroked his soft fur. I got out a pencil and a piece of paper and wrote:
July 1, 2012
Dear Taylor Swift,
You are the best singer ever and I would give anything to meet you. Of course I can't because I have to stay in my foster parent's grip. I just got done getting punched in the stomach and slapped in the face. Don't talk about it though. I've earned enough bruises going that far. I wish you could adopt me. Maybe that would solve all my problems. Anyways I have 5 songs written down and I wish you could hear them. I am you #1 fan!
Your Abused Friend,
Sarah Adams
I put it in an envelope and stamped stickers on. After sneaking past the guard dog I sat on the bench and waited for our mail carrier to come. I gave him the letter and he gave me all the mortgage payments and sattelite bills. I smiled and ran inside. I set the mail down on the counter and ran to my room. I skimmed through my songbook and found a little note in their from my mother or my real mother as I call her. "I'll miss you." I said blowing a kiss at the picture. After taking a shower I crawled in bed and hugged my Teddy tight while my foster mom turned off the light.
3 months later *******************
"Ding Dong!" went the doorbell. "Sarah get it!" My dad shouted. I ran down the stairs and opened the door. A tall blonde curly haired pretty woman stood there. She was dressed in skinny jeans, a jacket, and boots. Her face was hidden under a St.Louis cardinals cap and she wore dark sunglasses. It took me a moment to realize who it was: TAYLOR SWIFT! "I am adopting you." she said. "What?" I asked. "I figured after I read your letter that I could help you." She said. "Just a moment!" I shouted as I ran upstairs and put everything I needed in a backpack and ran back downstairs. I crawled in the limo and looked out the window. Hopefully It's gonna be the last time I see that house I thought. We drove off and Taylor rolled down the black screen that seperated the back from the front. "Stop at the mall in Santa Fe please." she said. "Did your parents treat you good?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your foster parent's Sarah."
"Oh, No"
"That's what I thought."
"Thanks for ya know taking me in."
"Your welcome, Are you hungry?"
"Starving!"
"I thought so, We'll get us something to eat at the mall."
" Okay."
I fell asleep and woke up an hour later and Taylor told me we were at the mall. I walked in and saw numerous amounts of people. Tay put on her sunglasses and hat to hide from people. I got alot of stuff including: 28 pairs of clothes, 15 pairs of shoes, 6 bottles of lotion from victoria's secret, 8 dresses, My hair cut to my shoulder blades and the tip of it dyed pink, and makeup but I cant forget Taylor Swift's perfume. I walked out of the mall with shopping bags cutting into my arms. I set them down in the limo and we went back inside to the food court. After that I brought my Dr Pepper in the limo and fell asleep. Tay woke me up so we could get on the plane. I went to the bathroom 2 times before falling asleep again.
I woke up in a huge room in a king sized bed and the letters Sarah spelled above the headboard. The room included a bathroom, a closet with a shield wall and a tablet to actvate it on the wall beside it, A bookshelf, A nightstand with a lamp, A TV, a chest at the end of the bed, and the walls painted aqua blue. I turned the TV on and fell asleep again. I heard Taylor come in an turn it off. She closed the door and left. Best day of my life I thought to myself.
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Adopted By Taylor Swift
Ficção AdolescenteSarah is 15 and abused. She writes a letter to Taylor swift and instead of the letter coming to her door Taylor did. Sarah thinks Tay will help her achieve her dreams but Tay wants her to find out how by herself. When new shows up Sarah is missing w...