My Taylor Swift Adoption Story.

Open The Doors!

5...4...3...2...1...
'It's time! Everyone sit up smart. Put a smile on those beautiful faces, and Steve, Winnie, OPEN THE DOORS!

That was that. The doors creaked open, and in came at least one of our lots future family.
'Guess what?' Kelly Cross shouted from the next table. I shrugged.
'I've heard that Taylor and Joe are looking to adopt!'
Did I mention Taylor Swift is my IDOL. Imagine the life if she adopted me! So, I figured that if that it's only a rumour then it's extremely unlikely...
And she lives in America, so she would probably adopt over there
There's - 4% chance.
Although, Joe comes from the UK, so they might look over here... There's + 3% chance.
She has the whole of the UK and she comes to England, right here at Bumble Bee's... Sure...
There's - 50% chance.
'Its not just a rumour, they've officially confirmed it online. And they're looking over here in the uk!' She says, looking at my jottings.
So, its true...
+50% chance.
Looking in the UK...
+25% chance.
The whole of UK, and they look here...
-50% chance.
She picks ME to adopt...
-10% chance

Sooo... my brain isn't working very well, so basically there is probably about 5% chance that Taylor Alison Swift, and Joe Alwyn will adopt me... not looking hopeful...

Oh well... I'm not too fussed. Yes, it would be amazing, but I was fine and it didn't effect me before I found out this vital information, so I should be fine now. I won't get adopted anyway. I've been here since I was a baby and haven't been fostered or adopted. Well, not for a long amount of time. I was fostered by a weird couple, Dave and Doris Plonk. They were scientists, and mega smart.They were mega strict though, and told me off because I didn't know was 76+48 was when I was 4½..... that's the age of Kiki, I mentioned her earlier. Then there was Timothy and Sally Smith. They were really nice, but they were too nice. I actually tested their niceness and they scored 100%. This is how the test went...
*Allow a bar of chocolate for breakfast* YES
* Allow me not going to bed until 3 in the morning* YES
* Allow me to go to the pub across the road * YES (keep in mind that I was 8 at this time)
* Allow me to colour the walls of my room with stickers and felt tips* YES
And finally...
* Allow me to drive their car* YES
Drive a car... They let me DRIVE. I was EIGHT!
"That's a lovely idea sweetheart. Go and get the keys from the kitchen," That's what they told me. Who cares if I crash and die... I just got in the car a sat there for a while... When I went back inside they smiled and asked me if I enjoyed the ride. They kinda messed it up anyway... You see, when your fostered, the care workers have to check up on you every few weeks. Winnie came round and asked how I was doing. Sally, stupidly, put her foot in it.
"She's doing great, aren't you honey? Just been out for drive," She said, handing Winnie a drink and a biscuit
"A...A drive...?" Winnie asked.
"Yes, yes, in the car. Independent is this one. Never known an 8 year old drive a car before."
Winnie choked on her biscuit,"What! There not supposed to! Do you know how dangerous that is! She could have died! Olivia, go pack your stuff." She shouted. Sally and Timothy looked at her, speechless, with a 'what do you mean?' look...
Right then, back to now. So there were loads of people talking to us, saying things like 'I just love that name, its so beautiful!', and 'You know, I've always wanted a child!' Well obviously, otherwise you wouldn't be here!' They sat down infront of our tables and told us about themselves and we told them about ourselves. It was nice talking to them all, and they all seemed lovely.
It had been about an hour and there were still people coming in. The birds were chirping away, the sky was blue, and the wind was calm. It was pretty quiet... That was, of course, until someone turned on the PANIC switch. There was this huge helicopter above us, and it was flying down towards us! Everyone starting screaming as if they were about to die. Well, if the helicopter did land on us, then we would die, but still...
'Everyone out!' Steve shouted, wafting his hands around in the frantic way that he usually does.
'Run to the park that's around to the corner, now!' Winnie told us, a little less frantically than Steve. We all pegged it, but then I remembered. The Locket! The golden locket my mother gave me the day she left me here. If our house were to be destroyed, so would that, and I couldn't leave behind the one thing I had left of my mum, I just couldn't. I ran back towards the house and everyone else was so busy trying to stay alive, that they didn't notice me or try to stop me. I looked up at the helicopter and it wasn't far from the ground. I only had around 7 minutes before death! Finally I reached the house. The door flung open as if it knew I were there. I raced up the stairs, across the hall, and into my room. By now I could hear the rapid spinning of the helicopter's rotor blades. Anything with the word blade seems like a death moment. I had approximately 4 minutes to find the locket and get of the house. I hadn't thought about the fact I had hidden the locket so NO ONE would find it. I pulled out the draw which was underneath my bed. From the draw, I got my old Barbie clock that I never used, so it was still in its packaging. I tore off the plastic case and ravaged through a collection of small stones from the garden. There, I found a small grey bag, and in there was the Locket. You see, I told you no one would find it! Right, so that took me 3 minutes so I only had..... 1 minute!!!!!! Agh!
I ran through the hall, down the the stairs and outside again. 'Oh no!' I thought!
The helicopter was about 30 seconds from landing in the back yard! What was I going to do! Yes! That's it! I'll hide! I legged it back inside, into the kitchen. We always had a spare cupboard, the one that was really high up on the wall, partly because no one could reach it! I climbed onto the table, jumped to the counter and, eventually, hauled myself up to the cupboard. I left the door slightly open so I could see through the window. The helicopter had landed and a man in a suit hopped out and opened the door. I could just see a man get out, with a blonde lady, wearing a scarlet gorgeous dress. They walked into the house and then into the kitchen. It was then I saw their faces. There she stood, in the house I live in, in the kitchen I eat in. Taylor Swift!
I was so utterly gobsmacked that I fell out of the cupboard and landed right in front of her and Joe Alwyn. OMG...