Finding You

4

School was over, finally. The worse part about all of this is all my senior classes are with the same one annoying person.

You guessed it right if you said Trevor the asshole. I have art with Mikey and music by myself. Lucky for me they have a guitar, and we are allowed to bring our own.

I am self taught. The internet. At home, I mainly play someone's that's already out. Well, always. I have a good singing voice. Only my dad knows that though. Maybe Mikey if the remembers.

I use to sing us to sleep at night. The song from Hunger Games. 'Are you, are you coming to the tree....'. That song.

It's a good song. I haven't sung it since I was ten. That's when I got my first tablet. Now I just listen to soft music to go to sleep.

Taking out my phone, I texted her I was going with a new friend, so I wouldn't be home for a while. 

She responded immediately saying she didn't care as long as I didn't get pregnant. Annoyed, I threw my phone at Mikey.

"What?" He asked as he sat it in the cup holder. Since he got his truck, I put my bike on the back. We're going back to his place, so I could meet his new family.

He said they were nice like my dad. My dad is the sweetest and most understanding person ever. Sometimes he don't let me do certain things like smoke, but he is the best. Not that I would ever smoke.

"Your aunt. Can I come live with you? She won't even care. I promise" I begged. He shock his head. "No. They wouldn't be able to handle us together, but you can alway stay whenever. They won't care. They are wonderful people. You'll love them" he said.

I nodded. "That's fine by me, and you can hear me play guitar. I can play certain songs now" I said. He truck slowed down as he put his hand on his chest.

"Well excuse the shit out of me, Miss Thing. You grew up without me" he said. I did a hair flip making both of us laugh. "I remember we said that when I got adopted, we'd start band. I would play drums, you would sing, and only adopted kids like me could join, so no one would feel left out, and we would all have something on common" he said.

I nodded. "Yeah. I remember" I whispered. "My other brother, BJ -he is fourteen-, he plays bass guitar" he said.

I nodded. "Is he adopted, too?" I asked. Mikey nodded. "We're all adopted. All at the same time, too. Trevor was seven, I was five, BJ was 3. We all got along so quickly" he said.

That's good. As we pulled up at a gate, he pressed a button. "It's Michale" he quickly said. Without response the gate opened and we went in.

As we pulled up there was, I almost was shocked. The house was big and nice. "Welcome to my life" he said as he pulled up to a garage.