Adopted By Rachel Platten

Chapter 1

Jasmine's POV

What am I still doing on this planet? Why can't I just die already? I mean I have no need here. As I ponder these questions in pain, I take out the only bright point of my day, the holy I-Pod. I plug in my ear buds and scroll down to my favorite song that has kept me alive, Fight Song by Rachel Platten.

I stroll down the street with my eyes closed absorbing the beat of the music as it enters my ears.

"Watch where you're going!" I hear a man yell. I open my eyes and silently mouth 'sorry' before stopping dead in my tracks. Times Square. I'm in Times Square. All around me, LED screens flash and blink. One in particular catches my attention, its Rachel in the music video of her newest single, Stand By You. I crack a smile and silently hum the song with my eyes glued to the screen.

"I take it that you like the song?" A lady asks from behind me. I quickly spin around and my mouth drops open.

"Y-Y-es, ma'a-am" I nervously stutter. Rachel chuckles.

"Don't call me that! I'm not that old!" She jokes. I laugh along.

"I just wanted to sound formal for my idol." I blurt out. Great, like that didn't make me sound weird at all.

"Awe, thank you darling. On that note, why are you out here by yourself? Do your parents know your here?" I panic. What should I say?

"Erm, I don't have any. Well, I did but they sorta kicked me out. Sooo, I guess the street's my home." She looked at me, stunned. I look towards the ground, averting her gaze. Two warm hands wrap around me, bringing me into a tight hug. Shock fills my face.

"Why don't you come with me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why don't you come and hang out with me?" I engulf her in another bear hug.

"Thank you so much, Rachel." She smiles and takes my hand. We walk to a Starbucks on the other side of Times Square and order our drinks, that Rachel insisted I have, before sitting down. 

"What's your name and how old are you?"

"Jasmine. I'm thirteen."

"How long have you been living on the streets?" Rachel asks. I shrug.

"A few months." I reply truthfully.

"Why are you here in New York?" I ask. She laughs.

"I have a concert tonight at the Madison Square Garden and I was out taking in the sights of New York." Rachel motions for me to stick out my hand as she fishes something out of her back pocket. I feel plastic in the shape of a square on my hand. I shift my gaze down, only to be met by a backstage pass. OH. MY. GOD.

"I want you to come to the concert tonight and watch me sing, live."

"Thanks so much, Rachel. This means a lot to me." Tears flow out of me like a river as she embraces in a soothing hug. Then, her phone rings from her purse. She reaches in to her purse to pull out her phone and a sharpie, which she tosses to me.

"Write your name on the pass while I take this call." She says before excusing herself. I take sharpie and write my name Jasmine but no last name. Five minutes later, Rachel returns smiling.

"Ready to go to MSG?"

"Yup!" We leave the Starbucks and head over to the main road to get a cab. Both of us are seated in the backseat and I lay the pass down on lap with my name showing. I guess Rachel saw that I didn't put a last name.

"You don't have a last name?"

"I do but I don't want to use it. I don't want to be considered a part of that family." She nodded before dialing a number on her phone.

Rachel's POV

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Rachel?"

"Yes, Freddy, this is Rachel. Who'd you expect it to be?"

"Dunno. Too many calls these last few hours." I chuckled.

"Listen, I just met a gorgeous young girl on the streets who loves my music and I wanted to adopt her."

"Are you sure? If you're positive you can handle it, I'm with you all the way." Freddy replies. A smile forms on my face.

"I can handle it."

"Alright then. Good luck! When can I meet her?" Freddy asks like a little boy. I giggle.

"Soon. Soon."

"Alright. Cya!"

"Cya!" I reply and hang up. Jasmine looks at me, eyes wide.

"Are you serious?" She asks. I nod.

"Thank You. Thank You! Thank You!!!" She screams..

Thanks for reading guys! Comment and Vote! That picture above is what I imagine Jasmine to look like.

~Desmond