After leaving the orphanage, we drove out to the address. "Look for apartment number 130, ok?" I've never been so far out in LA before. It wasn't about a 20 minute drive from the orphanage. I looked at the bland houses. Nothing yet. We were still a bit far from 130. I glanced at the last number. 116. Closer.
The closer we got, the more I counted.
127....128....129....130
That's when I saw it. The rusted golden numbers on a wooden plaque. The door's paint was chipped, and old steps led up to it. There was a tiny doorbell to push.
"Tal! Stop driving! I found it!!" I called out. Tal slowly stopped the car and got out. "Addi, are you sure you want to do this?" he looked me dead in the eye. I looked back, "Yes".
I went up a row of dirty wood steps until I reached the platform. I walked slowly and nervously. So many thoughts rushed through my head. I've waited so long for this.
We were now at the door. I slowly pulled up my arm and stuck my finger out, pushing the doorbell, and hearing the ding! just a few seconds after. The very top window on the door slid open and a female with brown hair just like mine peeked out. "Hello?" she asked.
Could it really be..?
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Adopted by Tal Fishman
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] [BOOK TWO IS OUT!] You are an orphan at Miss Wilkins' Orphanage. Your name is Adaline. One day, a nice man comes in and looks around. He sees you, and adopts you! Find out what it's like to be adopted by Tal Fishman! (aka Reaction Time...
