Scared ~ Adopted by the Way's

2: Give 'Em Hell, Kid

Kira~
"Lindsey!" I threw my clothes on the floor and flopped onto my bed.
        "What's up, Kira- whoa, did a bomb go off?" My room was covered in clothes and books and everything. I was trying to find my journal.

        "I can't find my journal. It's a galaxy leather book with a bright blue baby handprint on it." Lindsey start picking up clothes and setting it on my bed.
        "Why do you need it?" Lindsey set school books on my desk while I put regular books away.

        "It's got baby pictures in it of me and I need them for class tomorrow." I dug into my closet and found a box of things I haven't unpacked. As Lindsey folded clothes, I opened the box and started looking through. There was a photo album, books, pictures, a small jewelry box, and a piece of paper with a handprint. My baby handprint.

        I started looking through the pictures and saw my birth mother holding me.
        "She was beautiful." Lindsey pointed at my mom holding a necklace.
        "Yeah, I got my eyes and freckles from her. But she was purely blonde where my dad had my hair color." I saw my mom was tan and my dad was pale.

        "I must be a mix between their skin tones since my mom was tan and my dad was pale." I smiled.
        "I bet you miss her." I nodded.
        "Well, I was three when she died. Dad didn't take it well and then started drinking and then dealing meth. He never did drugs but he dealt it."

        My smile faltered.

        "I don't know what happened to my father but I hope someday I can see him again," I looked at Lindsey.
        "Not to like live with, but to just see him." Lindsey pulled me into a hug.
        "I know. Well, I better go start dinner and you gotta find your journal."

       Lindsey walked out and I put my clothes away when I found my journal in my shirt drawer.
        "Why is this here?" I picked it up and set it on my nightstand. I finished cleaning my room and then grabbed any baby pictures I needed for tomorrow.

*

The next morning, Gerard drove me to school since I needed peace and quiet to help me prepare for my presentation.
        "Have fun, sweetie." Gerard kissed the top of my head and I grabbed my bag, waving him goodbye. I walked into the school and saw Tess angrily talking with Dean. He must be in trouble with her.

        I went to my locker and grabbed my book and walked over to Lizzy.
        "Hey! Are you nervous?" I nodded.
        "I've never really talked about my past except with social workers and with Gerard and Lindsey." Lizzy's smile grew bigger at the mention of Lindsey.

        She wasn't as big of a fan of My Chemical Romance as Dean and I were but she LOVED Mindless Self Indulgence and Lindsey was her hero. She's gotten used to talking with Lindsey but it's still funny to see her fangirl from time to time.
        "You'll be fine. Dean and I will be there to comfort you." I smiled and gave her a hug as the bell rang.

        We all walked to class and Emma glared at me for some reason before giving me an evil smirk.
        The teacher, Ms. Martin, walked in and gave me a smile.
        "Good morning, class! So to start today off, we're gonna have Kira come up and give her presentation."

        The class politely clapped and I went up to the front, holding a small board with pictures on it.
        "Today, I'm going to talk about how the foster care system was for me. To start us off, I lost my birth mother to a car accident when I was three. My birth father didn't take it well and became an alcoholic and dealt drugs. He wasn't angry almost the time, just sad. When he was angry, he would throw bottles at the wall and one time, accidentally hit me with a bottle,"

        His face of regret was fresh in my memory, as if it happened only yesterday.
        "He was trying his best to be caring but he couldn't handle it and when I was six, I was pulled out of my home and put into foster care," I pointed to a picture of my birth father and I.

        "That was my father and I before I left. Being in the foster system is scary, especially for a six year old. You had to mature quickly and get used to the fact that you never knew how long you'd be in a foster home. Sometimes a week, sometimes a year, sometimes just a day. When I was ten, I had been to most foster homes in the area and they found an orphanage for me to stay until further notice," I pointed to each photo with me and different foster families.

        "In the orphanage, life was tough. You had the younger kids who cried that they wanted their parents and then you had the older kids who picked on you to make themselves happy even though they had little hope in being adopted," I pointed to many photos from the orphanage.

        "Four months ago, a couple who probably a few of you know, came in to find an older sibling for their young daughter and they came up to me. They talked to me and talked to other kids until the decided that I was a great fit for them. The process started and three months ago, I was able to leave the orphanage and move into a forever home with Gerard and Lindsey Way. They care for me as if I was their own and not only do I have them to protect and love me, but I have Mikey, Frank, and Ray to all protect me. And their kids, they all love me. And I couldn't trade them for anyone else. Thank you." The class started clapping and Dean gave me a smile as I walked to my seat.