Promise Me: Adopted By NateWantsToBattle

Chapter 3

Charlotte's POV

Nate and I stood up and walked out into the lobby where Mrs. Lane was waiting. "Have you chosen a girl." she asked. "Yes, I would like to adopt Charlotte." Nate said without hesitating. "Well then. All you have to do is sign the papers and you can pick her up on Thursday." With today being Tuesday, this gave me two days to prepare. "Can you wait that long for me?" Nate asked, meeting my eyes. I nodded. "Alright Charlotte. You can leave now." Mrs. Lane said, pointing towards the stairs. I hugged Nate and ran upstairs like she said. As I walked into my room, all heads turned towards me. All the girls sitting in the room were in the 10 to 14 age range and were waiting to know if today was the day they would leave. I didn't say anything and tried to keep my composure. An hour later, we heard the front door shut, meaning Nate had left. Mrs. Lane walked into our room with a suitcase in her hand. There was always a tradition in our orphanage. If Mrs. Lane handed you the suitcase, you were the one who was adopted. I had seen this process done hundreds of times since my parents abandoned me during our trip to LA from our home in Great Britain when I was 9 and I was brought to the orphanage. They allowed me to wander through a big mall alone with my nanny and while I was gone, they left. The nanny was in on it as well and flew back home later that week. "Now as you know, only one of you can go. Your chance will come soon. For today, our lucky girl is..." She paused, walked in between mine and Sonya Pierce's beds and placed the suitcase down on my bed. "Congratulations Charlotte." Some of the other girls applauded while others scoffed. Mrs. Lane left the room to leave us to our own devices. Most of the girls stayed where they were, giving me dark looks. I grabbed my suitcase and started packing up my clothes. Most of the clothes they give us are donations given to us by local second hand stores. The shirt and shoes I was wearing I had picked out for my 13th birthday. I also packed my jar of cash that I had collected over the years. All together, I had at least two hundred dollars. That night, I sat on the windowsill looking down at the street. To be honest, I was hoping Nate would be there to take me home early. With the other girls giving me looks, it's making me uncomfortable. Is this how the other orphans felt before they were taken home? "Nate," I whispered, "Please hurry."

Nate's POV

The next day, I prepared Charlotte's room. Her walls were still white; the color would be her desision. Same with her wardrobe. I had already enrolled her into the local high school for next year. I went out to the mall later that day. I bought her a new Galaxy s7 cell phone and a new laptop. I noticed the music store and saw a guitar in the store window. It was mint green like mine, which I thought was perfect. I didn't know if Charlotte knew how to play guitar, but I would teach her if she didn't. I walked into the store and bought it just for her. With everything I needed to buy bought, I got into my car and drove towards home. I was ready for Charlotte to come home. And I couldn't wait until she did.