Rutabaga Scrapped Book

Untitled Adopted Austin Carlile

Started April 2015

I shuddered as I looked up at the building. The lady took my hand.

"Come, Serenity." She instructed me. "You must come." Her dyed, long blonde hair flowed down her hair. At the time, I had no idea what was going on. I just kept asking where mommy was. I was too young to understand. I looked to my older brother on the other side of the woman. Sam gave me a smile.

I trusted my brother. He was smart. I thought. The three of us walked into the office building and into the woman's office. The meeting was mostly for Sam. He was fourteen at the time- old enough to decide what we were to do according to court.

"Sam, you have no living relatives. I'm sorry, but your only option is foster care." The woman said.

"No!" Sam yelled. "I don't want that humiliation!"

"It's your only option. I'm sorry, but you are still a minor." The woman tried to reason.

"I don't care!" He screamed. He let out a deep breath that resulted into a light growl. "I'm done." He declared before storming out of the room.

"Sammy!" I called after him. I tried to follow him.

"No, Serenity!" He yelled, shoving me back. I fell backwards, hitting my head off the doorframe. I watched as my brother walked out of the offices. That was the last time I saw anyone in my family alive.

I was left alone. Sam was hit by a speeding car as soon as he walked out of the doors. I realized on that day that I would never have a normal childhood. At the age of five, I was taught to be a big girl.

I was put in foster care the next day. I grew up almost like a normal kid. I listened to crappy pop music for several years until I came across LINKIN PARK in the fourth grade. I fell in love. In the fifth grade, my social worker surprised me with an IPod touch of my birthday. I was so happy to download my Cascada and LINKIN PARK to the point of screaming.

Host families always told me how I was the happiest kid they had ever seen, even with everything that had happened to me. I intended to keep up that illusion as long as possible. When I was eleven was the first time it truly hit me that I was alone. I cried myself to sleep that night, the next, and the next. I never stopped. I would wake up the next morning and put back on my happy face and get ready.

They always bought it.

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A/N: New book! Woowoo! So, I realized how few amazing adopted by stories there are. I decided to make one. You're welcome. Just kidding! Well, now about the AU. But seriously though, this will have a few cliché themes, so, get use to it. Sorry.

But I do have plans for this book, so give it a chance. Okay. Now that I've spent time typing up a Authors Note that no one will read, ONTO CHAPTER ONE!

~The Rutabaga

I sighed as I finished brushing out my long, black hair. I looked in the mirror at my reflection.

My hair was straight and thick. I had almost terrifying green eyes. I was short but not too short to reach the top shelf in the market while on my toes.

I walked away from the mirror and went to find clothes. I put on a blue shirt and ripped black skinny jeans before putting on my black vest and combat boots. I grabbed my bag before hurrying out my bedroom door. I hustled down the stairs and hurried out the door. I was halfway down the drive when i was stopped.

"Serenity! Come back in and eat! You've got time." I heard Karen, the host mother, yell to me. I sighed inwardly and turned.