Adopted by who?! [[COMPLETED]]

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Sierra pov

Here it is, the day of the Talent show. I'm staying after to school to help set up. There was like 35 people trying. "Hey Albany, we need chairs over there" I pointed. "Got it." She walked over there and bean setting up. "So, I heard your mom was coming. Are you excited?" She asked me. I laughed at her ridiculous question. "I mean I see her everyday." I laughed. "OKAY KIDS!" The instructor smiled. "You sit here until your name is called the. You go on stage do your thing and sit back down. Got it? Now sit." We all sat in order. I looked behind at lol the families starting to pile in. I saw my family. I waved at them and they waved back.

I was the last person to perform. I requested that I was. So I stuck in there mind longer. It was 6:30 and my turn. I had some good competition. Taylor was doing gymnastics, but that isn't talent. Being pretty and singing is. "Please Welcome Ms. Sierra Lovato singing Take me to church." The instructor smiled. My family went crazy, I got on stage and got the microphone. I looked at my family but I didn't see my mom. I began to die a little bit,

The music started playing and I froze up. "Fuck." I thought. "Uh, can you start again?" I asked. The instructor rolled his eyes and started it again causing giggled from the audience.

"My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner

I started to cry but I kept singing

If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen

Take me to church
I sang it loud and on key people cheered

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life