Rutabaga Scrapped Book

Adopted by Jack Barakat

Helena- after the woman who found Jesus's cross

Jack- The cool one

Alex- the mom essentially

Jillian- Jack's good friend who's always around

Vic- Jack's girlfriend

(Helena)

My name is Helena. Oddly enough, I live in Helena, Missouri. Helena was the woman who found Jesus's cross during the Roman Empire. She was the mother of Constantine the Great. The only problem for me is that I don't know my mother. Or my father. Or anything else.

I know my name is Helena Arellano. I am ten years old. I live in Sunlight Children's Home. I live off of My Chemical Romance, practically. I am shy until I get to know you, then you can't get me to shut up. I have 'sparkling' blue-green eyes, and brown, almost black, hair. I write, I read, and I create lyric art to my favorite songs. Those don't sound bad, but I do those activities in the middle of class.

I never thought I would EVER be wanted. My parents made that clear. I never expected the tall, lanky, black-white haired stranger to take me in.

I woke up the morning I met him to the sound of Gerard Way's beautiful voice calling me to awaken from the lyrics of Teenagers. I laughed at it, knowing how true it was. The summer before, the Home had gone to Washington DC and rode the metro. Too many! I stumbled out of bed, and got dressed. I was making my way down stairs when Claire, our Care Taker, approached me.

"Good morning, Helena. You don't need to be up, honey! Didn't you hear? There is somebody looking to adopt someone in your age range." The lady said happily. Claire was a thin, tall, optimistic lady in her late forties. She was unable to have children, so she opened a Children's Home. She has a great heart, but can sometimes be a little too peppy.

"Okay, then. If you need me, I'll be sleeping for four more hours." I turned to leave. I heard Claire laughing. It was very well known that I barely function before ten. I got to my room and took off my American flag skinny jeans, and curled up under my covers, only in my black t-shirt and under clothes. I finally dozed off around six-thirty; a half hour after I got up.

...I heard somebody enter my room, then felt the bed dip beside me.

"Watch. She hates everything and everyone who wakes her up." I heard Claire warn from the door. I groaned and rolled over, my eyes still closed.

"Oh, please, that's not true. I still adore Gerard Way more than myself." I heard a laugh from the end of my bed. I opened one eye to see a man with a skunk stripe smiling at me.

"Hello." He greeted me. I looked over the stranger. He was tall, -a little over six foot- lanky, his eyes were almost perfectly almond shaped, and he had a little bit of a tattoo showing over his V-neck t-shirt.

"What in the world are you?" I asked, slightly edged. The man started laughing again. He laughed so hard that he was on the floor. I started laughing at that.

"Helena, meet Jack Barakat. He'd like to get to know you." I slowly caught my breath.

"Hi, Jack. Sure, you can get to know me. Just let me find my pants first." The man continued to roll on the floor laughing. He then came across my discarded jeans. He held them up, and continued laughing. I took them from him blushing, then his phone started to ring. He pulled it out and laughed when he saw the caller ID. I didn't question.

"Shut up, and hold on." He told the person on the other line. He took the phone from his ear, and directed his attention to me. "Get dressed, then we have some talking to do." He stood up and started yelling at the person on the other end of the phone. I looked at Claire.