Are We Out Of The Woods Yet?(A Taylor Swift Adoption Story)

Not happening

Amara's POV:

"Amara honey? Do you want some more eggs?"

Andrea's voice snaps me out of my daydream and I jerk awake. Politely, I answer "no thank you" and wince slightly as I set my fork down.

Austin catches my eye from the opposite end of the table and smirks as I shoot him a death stare. He fully caught me doing my "secret guitar lessons" yesterday and so I really had no other choice then to tell him exactly what I was up to. He agreed to keep the secret for me, but that isn't stopping him from teasing me about my achy fingers.

Today is already turning out to be quite interesting. I was woken up at 8:30 instead of my regular 5:30 and Scott and Andrea both aren't going to work today. Yvette isn't coming to teach me either.

All I know is that Tree and Maxine are coming over in half an hour for a meeting and Taylor is going to be skyping in from New York. Despite my firm protests, nobody, not even Austin is telling me what the meeting is about. From experience, I know nothing involving Maxine is ever good, so I'm actually quite nervous.

It's now twenty minutes before the dreaded meeting and Andrea is hastily and frantically last minute cleaning the house as Scott cracks terrible jokes about this whole situation. Austin and I are caught in the middle of the crossfire and we both are doing our best to keep both of them happy. I take to arranging the flowers as Scott tells yet another joke and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"Amara I saw that!!"

I turn to face Scott and roll my eyes again for his benefit while trying to keep a straight face. I have no such luck and I burst out laughing before Andrea firmly scolds the both of us. Oh right..the flowers....

I arrange the lilies and hastily put them in a vase, all the while silently cursing as my fingers are throbbing.

Ugh why didn't I use a guitar pick?!

Five minutes later, I'm standing by the door as Andrea and Scott welcome in Maxine and Tree, who both are quite personable to each other.

It's sickening.

Tree and Maxine are acting like the best of friends and I want to gag. We make our way to the living room and Andrea tries to skype Taylor on the computer.

I take the time to look around the room and get a sense of how everyone is feeling. Everyone looks quite happy at the moment, but attitudes can change prettty fast.

Andrea finally gets Taylor on skype, and I crane my neck to get a good look at the computer. Gosh I've missed her so much. Her voice echoes around the room as she says hello and I wave from my position on the couch.

Without further ado, Tree states the reason for the meeting.

As per usual, the reason is centered around me. I have not yet been introduced to the world as Taylor Swift's Foster Daughter and that's a problem that apparently needs to be solved today.

The group shifts through possible backstories and ideas before Tree  says something that makes me tense up.

"Why don't we just release the full story to the world?"

I'm about to say something but Tree continues, speaking in an equally excitable voice.

"Taylor this would be great for publicity.. It's the perfect sob story!! The press'll eat it right up".

As I open my mouth to speak yet again, Maxine cuts in:

"Taylor, we have a therapist on hand who can come down and help her remember everything if needed".

The reason this meeting was called up in the first place was because I didn't want the world to hear the real story.. You know.. The one that involves my dad and Syria and our apartment.

As far as the world was concerned, Taylor Swift fostered a child. That's basically all I wanted them to know.

I cross my arms before delivering a short sweet answer:

"No. Not happening".

I ignore the surprised shocked glances around me and instead look directly at Tree:

"I'm not an element for extra publicity. I am a person who wants privacy after everything she's been through. If you're going to tell the world something tell them only that".

She looks like she's about to say something but I cut her off to say one last sentence:

"Taylor Swift fostered a child. That's all they're going to know. Nothing about Syria,nothing about my smarts, and nothing about my dad and family".

Instead of addressing me, Tree turns to Taylor and asks her for permission to release the full story.. What.The.Heck.

And Taylor..the person who I trust more than anything..

Taylor says yes.