Adopted by O2L

Chapter 1: Adoption

Rylie's POV

I was sitting in my room of the orphanage, waiting to be adopted. I knew it would probably never happen, but hey. A girl can dream.

My name is Rylie Marie. I didn't know my last name. I didn't even know my parents. I know, depressing right? Not really, because from what I've heard, my parents were alcohol addicts and smoked. They once tried smuggling drugs from Mexico into the US. So I was thankful that the adoption center had come and rescued me from what could have landed me in jail by age 9.

"Rylie, we have adopters!" Ms. Jackson yelled up to me. I lived on the second floor in a room by myself. I requested for a single room so I was perfectly fine.

"Coming!" I yelled back. I jogged down the stairs into the stage area. She lined us kids up youngest to oldest and read some of interests and hobbies and disinterests and the people would pick the kid they wanted. I was the oldest. 14 years of age. Turning 15 in like a month or so.

I got on stage and took my place. End of the stage. I was ok with being to oldest but I was treated the most like a child. But was expected big of. Just like a normal teenager would. Sad right? Yep.

"We would like the tall one." Wait. I was the tall one. Being the oldest did have its advantages. Being taller than the others so you could hold things above your head away from the little kids, being able to boss kids around. Sometimes. Like I said. Advantages are meant to be well spent.

"Me?"

"Yes you. I like your hair. And your hobbies and interests. So, I'm your new dad." He said. I was so happy. I couldn't believe what was happening. I sprinted upstairs to pack my stuff but ended up tripping over my dot and falling onto my face. I finally got a glimpse of who was adopting me. And it wasn't just one person. it was 6. Cool.

I decided to text y friend from school. Julia Johnson. She was almost the complete opposite of my. She has sand colored hair and she was super tan. She had brown eyes and was shorter than me. She loved shopping, which was where I normally draw the line, but she liked the same music as me and the same sense of clothing style. So that was a strong point in our relationship.

To JJ

'I got adopted.'

From JJ

'Are you serious!?!?!?!?!?'

To JJ

'Yes I'm serious. There's 6 guys waiting or me downstairs.'

From JJ

'Wait, 6?'

To JJ

'Yeah. Why?'

From JJ

'I watch 6 guys on YouTube. Take a picture for me and send it.'

To JJ

'Ok that's a little creepy. But I'll do it.' I grabbed what little clothes I had and packed it up and walked downstairs.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah. Can I get a picture. My friend wants to see you guys."

"Sure." I snapped a selfie with the boys and sent it to her.

To JJ

'Here's that pic you wanted.'

From JJ

'It is them! that's O2L!

To JJ

'Wait O2L? you mean those 6 guys you practically drool over when their names are even mentioned?'