Adopted By Michael Clifford

chapter 3

(Rebecca^^)

*RACHELS POV*

So it's been about a week and a half since I've been at the orphanage, and you won't believe it. There are actually children here. I know shocking. But it turns out that they were at school when I arrived. So I had the whole entire building to myself. And it wasn't as lonely as you would think. It was actually good for me so I could look around and get a feel for what this place is about. So today is Friday and adoption days are on Sunday. Because Sunday is a holy day so adopting a child on this day is supposed to be a 'blessing'. And because I just got here a week ago I wasn't able to go to the first adoption day thing. Anyway, it's about 5:30 pm and me and my 'roommate', Rebecca, are just sitting in our room talking.

"So do you think your going to get adopted on Sunday?" She asked me.

She is actually a really good person. Though I can't say the same for everyone else. They are all just like Mrs. Tucker. Cruel and unnecessary.

"Doubt it. I mean I'm a 16 year old girl. Most people look to find children that aren't going to be gone in about two years. They want someone who is about 5 and can be raised as their child. Not someone who was already raised and can fend for herself." I said kind of sad about the reality of it all.

" Awe, come on don't talk like that. I think it's possible. And when it happens I'm gonna say 'i told you so'. Just wait." She said with an honest grin on her face.

See this is why I'm glad we share a room. Even though we have only been friends for about a week and a half I still feel like I have known her for my whole life.

" Thanks Bec. I'm glad we are roommates. Your literally the epitome of an angel." I said while giving her a hug.

" Okay what do you say we go to the backyard and you let me draw that beautiful face of yours for my art project?" She asks. And I just nod my head.

We both get up off her bed and make our way to the tree we both claimed as ours when I got here. Once we make it outside I sit and she puts me in the position she needs me in and she gets started.

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*Sunday*

It's finally my first 'adoption day' and Rebecca and I are putting our best cloths on for when the people come to look at the children. According to Mrs. Tucker, we have to 'look our best'. I hope I get adopted today, so I don't have to deal with that witch anymore. Don't get me wrong it's bearable but I just can't stand that old bag.

Once we got ready we both did a once over on each other.

" Looking good." We both said at the same time.

After that we just looked at each other and busted out laughing to the point where I had tears in my eyes. But I always cry when I laugh I don't know why. Weird, I know. After we finished laughing we fixed our makeup and made our way to the courtyard where we will be meeting the people that come to adopt. Once down there we find a spot with all the children in our age group and we sit and wait.

*2 hours later*

It's been 2 hours and not a single person has cought interest in me. I mean, don't get me wrong there has been some couples to come over to our age group. But, they just weren't interested in me. What can you do though? I'll live. I mean yeah, I'm a little upset that no one wants to adopt m--

" Hi there!" A voice chirped

When I finally snapped back into it I realized a dyed blonde haired guy was looking right at me. Waiting for a reply.

"What?" I asked not sure of what was happening.

" I said 'hi there!'" he said with a light chuckle.

" Oh. Well hi?" I said like a question, not really sure why he was talking to me.

" What's your name?" He asked as he took a seat across from me and got comfortable.

I still wasn't quite sure as to why he was talking to me. I mean I'm not that interesting and I'm kinda still a mess about my parents so im not really looking my best.... At all.

" Uh my name is Rachel. What's your name?" I said returning his question.

He smiled brightly and said " my name is Michael." But then his face got kinda serious, "if you don't mind me asking, why are you sitting alone?" He asked softly.

I looked down not quite sure how I'm supposed to say that nobody really likes me here except one person but she is busy talking to a couple that more than likely will adopt her in a few days. Then I will for sure be left alone in this place with the evil witch. But instead of all that I went with,

" No one has come to talk to me yet, and I didn't want to intrude on their conversations." I shrugged.

He nodded as to tell me he understood. Then he leaned back and sighed.

"So Rachel, tell me about yourself." He said casually.

"Well what do you want to know?" I asked unsure of what to tell him.

" Tell me something like... The kind of music you listen to, favorite color, style of clothing, who your best friend is, your favorite animal.. anything. I want to know about you." He finished.

To be honest I don't even know if I can answer all of those questions. Not that they are hard questions, or that I don't know the answers. But, I don't have just one favorite anything. So how could I choose only one. I sat up straight then leaned forward so he knew that I was actually trying to think.
" Well Mr. Michael, I don't really know how to answer those questions. You see, I don't really have just one favorite of those things. I have multiple favorites." I paused. We both laughed at that, "But I guess if I had to choose. I'd say my favorite bands are panic!, FOB, greenday, ATL, and possibly some songs from MCR. but only like 2 songs from them. Uhm, my favorite colors consist of purple, orange, red, and most definitely mint green. My favorite type of clothing would probably have to be jeans and t-shirts, maybe some shorts. But that's about close to it really. Ooh and my best friend is Rebecca, but I call her Bec. Only I can call her that though. Oh and my all time favorite animal is more than likely a red tail hawk, and like all types of owls. They just are carefree animals and I aspire to have the spirit of one of them when I die. Oh but if you asked me" I leaned in and motioned for him to lean in to, " according to me if unicorns were considered animals I would most definitely have to choose a unicorn." I smiled.

Michael busted out laughing at that last statement. I didn't know I was that funny, between you and me. I was being completely honest. But at least he isn't calling me a freak.

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Hello beautiful readers of mine. Thank you once again for reading this book in your spare time. Trust me when I say that I am trying to be as smart as I can with my writing. So please don't judge and if you have any constructive criticism then feel free to give me advice. Read you in the next chapter. 😁💜