My Chemical Family

Chapter 1

Moving Day

"Hey asshole, wake up!" I heard someone yell.

I groaned and turned on my back, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. "What do you want Tim?" I asked my wicked foster brother.

"My dad wants you out in the living room. Someone's here for you. Hopefully they'll take you out of this house, then it won't be so shitty."

I threw the covers off of me. "Tell your dad I'll be there in a second. I gotta get dressed."

"Whatever you would like, Princess Claire."

I just rolled my eyes and forced him out of my room so I could get changed. I threw on my My Chemical Romance t-shirt and my skinny jeans. I quickly brushed my hair and threw it in a low ponytail before exiting the room. "I'm here Mr. Gordon, you wanted to see me?" I said as I walked into the living room.

"Not me, him," Mr. Gordon, my evil foster father, snarled, pointing at someone over by the fireplace.

"Uh, hi, I'm Claire Burke. May I help you?"

When the person turned around, my eyes got really wide. They just smiled and laughed a little. "I know I don't have to introduce myself, based on your shirt, but I'll do it anyway. I'm Gerard Way, and it's a pleasure to meet you," he said, offering his hand for a handshake.

"Mr. Way, the pleasure is all mine," I said, taking his handshake, "If I may ask, why would you come to see me?"

"Please, call me Gerard. Anyway, as you may have heard, I recently got a divorce," he said, and when I nodded, he continued, "Well, I also lost my daughter. So, I decided to adopt. Welcome to the family Claire."

Despite my three second struggle, my mouth dropped wide open. "Uh, excuse me?"

"I adopted you. Are you ok?"

"I... uh... yeah, just... wow, I'm just shocked."

"Yeah, I imagine this is a bombshell. Here, I brought some boxes, if you want me to help you pack."

"Oh, you don't have to do that..."

"Nonsense, let me go get the boxes."

He walked out the front door, and I was still in shock. Me, a fifteen-year-old girl from a town about an hour and a half, two hours from L.A. called Yucaipa, got adopted by fucking Gerard Way. "Hey Dad, we finally got a reprieve, the bitch is out of our hands," Tim said.

"Tim, be nice. We have a guest," Mr. Gordon said as Gerard walked back in with a few boxes.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to Gerard. I took the boxes from him. "I got these. Come on, my room's this way."

I showed him to my room, and within a few hours all of my clothes, band memorabilia, ect... was packed. "Thank you for helping me," I said to Gerard.

"It's no big deal. Come on, Mikey's waiting out in the car," he said with a smile, grabbing my last box, "but you can say good bye if you want."

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm better off not. Now this Thanksgiving break might actually be halfway decent."

"Trust me, I'll make your Thanksgiving break awesome."

"I hope so. I gotta do something real quick," I said, before I shouted, "Later assholes! I definitely won't miss you, and I hope you rot in hell!"

I slammed the door behind me, leaving a stunned Gerard standing there staring at me. "Uh, first of all good for you, second of all language, and third of all let's get in the car before my brother drives off without us."

"Ok, I'm coming," I said.

I followed Gerard up to the car, and while he put the last box in and closed the trunk, my hand hovered over the door handle. "Are you gonna get in?" Gerard asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I wanna get as far away from this shit hole ASAP," I said as I got in the car.

"I thought I told you to mind your fucking language," he said sarcastically.

"Sorry, sir," I said, equally as sarcastically.

"What the hell..." I heard someone say from the driver's seat.

"Mikey, just don't worry about it and drive," Gerard said, "By the way, Claire, this is Mikey. Mikey, that's Claire. You'll be nice."

"I'll try," Mikey said, and I couldn't tell if he was joking or serious.

I smiled anyway, and all I could think was: Wow, I was adopted by Gerard Way. I am in a car with the Way brothers. I'm going to die. Well, I hope not, because I'll really like my new home, I can tell.

And indeed I did.