Adopted by MCR

Chapter 2

"Wake the fuck up, emo!" The caretaker hollered up the stairs.

It was 3:50 and the adopters come in ten minutes. I leaped out of bed and ran to my closet.

I quickly pulled on some ripped up black skinny jeans, a three cheers shirt and my black parade jacket that looks like Frank's.

Then I rushed to the draw under the desk and grabbed a Panic! beanie and plain, black socks. I walked to the bathroom and scrawled on some eyeliner, followed by red eyeshadow and brushed my waist length hair. I then clippex on my lip and nose ring.

As I was speed walking towards the door I remembered shoes and slid on my high top converse from under the bed before heading back towards the door and downstairs.

Before I got down the stairs however, one of the bitches decided to shove me, face first may I add, down them. I grunted in pain as my face slammed into the floor at the bottom. 'i'm gonna have a lovely fucking bruise there now, aren't i?'
I mumbled to myself as I eased onto my feet.

"No one will adopt you anyway, you useless fag."

I know. Shut up brain.

It's the truth though. I know it and you know it. I sighed in defeat as the bitch sauntered down the stairs and shoved past me into the adoption room.

I limped back up the stairs and into my room. I closed the door behind me. I took out my razors, picked one and added two more cuts the many that are already littering both my arms up to my elbows.

I put the razor back in the black box and slid it under my bed.

"Hey emo! You coming!?"

I shook my head, knowing they couldn't see me and made my way downstairs anyway. I snuck into the corner of the adoption room and popped my earphones into my ears. I looked at my ipod and put it on shuffle. Pencey Prep, huh? Oh, well. I can't be bothered to change it.

I started to mouth the lyrics with my head bent down. Apparently it was too loud, though. Someone yelled, "I can hear your shitty music"

Oh, oops... My bad.

I turned it down and listened the end of the song.  I'm Not Okay came on and I started whispering the lyrics, so that no one could hear me unless they were right in front of me. 

' Well, if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say...'

"i never want to let you down or have you go it!s better off this way..."

Hold on. Someone joined in. They sound suspiciously like....
I looked up and my eyes widened in shock. Oh my fucking Geesus. What. No. No, no, no.

That's not....

Standing right in front if me, are my idols. This can't be real. My Chemical Romance is not standing right there.

But....they are.

If this is a fucking dream I never want to wake up. Like, ever again.

"Hey" Gerard said, with a beaming smile.

"I-I. Wh-what."

Frank poked his head up from behind everyone else and giggled at me. I raised my eyebrows at him and he went back down off of his toes to poke his head around Gerard's shoulder.

Gerard nodded and looked around at everyone else. They all noded as well.

"How do you feel about being adopted?" he asked.

My eyes widened more and I nodded frantically. They all laughed at my actions and I pouted.

Gerard walked off. Probably to fill in the papers. Whilst Frank looked at me and nodded towards the stairs. I shrugged and sprinted up the stairs so I could put my blades, sketchpad and charcoal pencils into my small suitcase. Then qickly covered them with my clothes. I did one last quick check around and grabbed my electric guitar, bass and suitcase to try and carry them down stairs.

I lugged them down and suddenly remembered my spare wristbands I left upstairs.

After I had grabbed them, I started to walk back down. Another bitch came along anvd tried to punch me. I caught it and twisted her arm behind her back.
Then I shoved her down onto one of the steps, pulled out a cloth, covered my hand then blew on the cloth and gave her my middle finger.

I giggled at the look on her face and walked down the stairs. I saw Frank with a raised eyebrow at the bottom of the stairs, which turned into a grin. He held his hand up and I high fived him just as Gerard walked over.

"Okay, what did you do?" he asked me.

"She did my middle finger trick." answered Frank, still grinning. Gerard raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"She tried to punch me." I said, pointing at the bitch still holding her arm on the stairs. 

"You look like Frank too." He sighed, face palming." Great, mini Frank...kind of."

"kind of?" I asked.

"Yeah, because you're about the same height."

I laughed and Frank pouted and crossed his arms. "come on, new home, for you Sam."
(A/N: Before you ask, he read her file)

I grabbed my suitcase and tried to pick up both my bass and guitar. I failed, dang.

"Need help?" Frank asked, looking at me. I nodded abd we headed to the car.