M A D I S O N

M A D I S O N
A M A G C O N Fan-fiction

“Madison!” Mrs Garter called. I jumped off the couch and walked towards her office.
“Madison, do you remember Mr Bordelon? He came in a few weeks ago, looking for a girl your age, for one of his clients.” I nodded, I remembered him, he asked a lot of personal questions, and took a lot of photos. He told me he was taking them for his client, so they could decide, and I just nodded, agreeing, because that was an extremely good way of getting people to like you.
“Well, he talked to his client, and they were extremely interested in you, and they have sent in an application for adoption rights, with your name on it.” She paused, taking in my reaction, “They were successful, so, an adoption agent is looking into their living conditions, and making sure you will be supported, provided with essential and basic needs, and that most importantly, you will be safe.” I nod, and she stands up, walking towards the storage room, she pulls out an old battered suitcase, handing it to me, “If the agent deems them suitable, you will be leaving in 2 weeks, so I would like you to pack now.”
“So I’m getting adopted?” I finally ask. She nods her head and smiles at me,
“I’m so happy for you, ten years, and now you’re leaving.” She smiles, even though there are tears crawling down her wrinkly cheeks.

I didn't realise it then, but I realise it now. I wasn't adopted, I was bought.
And for all the wrong reasons.