I walk into the living room, and see a guy with brown shoulder length hair and sunglasses sitting with my foster parents.
"Who's this?" I ask. The man turns and smiles. "I am Mr. Warbucks." He introduces himself. I look to both of my foster parents, confused. "He is going to adopt you." I stare widely at him, taking in everything. This man was going to adopt me. I felt excited and scared at the same time. This man is going to be my father. He was young, about 29 or so. A 29 year old adopting a 15 year old, strange. I shrug and shake his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Emma." I nod, my brown curls bouncing. "What beautiful blue eyes you have." He comments. I thank him and sit down in a chair.
__________________________(After adoption)________________________________________
His house was huge. It was four stories, maybe more, and it was definitely mansion.
"Welcome to your new home." He says. I thank him and he motions me to follow him. He leads me down a hallway and down some stairs. "Where are we going?" I ask. "You'll see." He opens a door that led to a dark room. He pushes me inside.
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ChickLitEmma grew up in a good home, with a good family. Her whole life changed when her parents died and she was sent to a foster home. She was adopted, but her adoptive father wasn't at all who he seemed to be.
