Stella Skye Swift!

Swift!

"Stella, can I adopt you?" asks Taylor. "Yes!" I say without a second of hesitation. "Yay!" says Taylor, and she hugs me. Ms. Wilson walks back in. "She said yes!" says Taylor. "I knew she would," says Ms. Wilson. "Did you know about this?" I ask. "Sort of. Taylor told me that she's going to ask you when she got here. Stella, how about you grab your stuff and say goodbye while Taylor signs the papers," says Ms. Wilson. "Ok!" I say, and I run upstairs.

I barge into Rose's room out of breath. "Stella! Are you okay?" asks Rose. Lauren is sitting on Rose's bed, looking concerned. "I'm absolutely perfect! Taylor Swift just adopted me!" I say. "You're kidding!" says Lauren. "I am not! She's downstairs signing the papers as we speak!" I say. The three of us dash out of Rose's room and look over the railing. Taylor is sitting in the living room singing the papers on the coffee table. Rose and Lauren rush me into my room, and they help me pack my very few items. We're done in five minutes tops. I look around, making sure that I didn't forget anything. I didn't. I walk downstairs with Rose and Lauren right behind me. Ms. Wilson stacks the papers and hands, Taylor, my file. I am jumping up and down now.

Taylor turns around and says Hi to Rose and Lauren and signs things for them. They call Eli down, and his jaw drops at the sight of Taylor. I explain that she adopted me, and he actually hugs me goodbye. Rose and Lauren hug me really tight and thank me for the fun memories. I end up shaking hands with Grayson. Then I thank Ms. Wilson for everything, and Taylor and I walk out the door. I can't believe that my name is now Stella Skye Swift.

Taylor's driver is waiting for us outside. Taylor's driver loads my suitcase into the trunk. Taylor and I hop in the backseat of the car, and we're off. I look out the window as we drive away. This is the last time I'll see the orphanage. I finally found my forever home!

Taylor's next concert is in two days in Seattle, Washington. I've never left California before. We drive to her LA mansion, and we get out of the car. The driver takes my suitcase out of the trunk and I hold its handle. Taylor holds my other hand as we walk up the driveway. "Welcome home, Stella!" says Taylor. "Thank you so much!" I say. I take in the view of the mansion and say "Are you sure this isn't a hotel?" "You are so cute! And yes! I'm sure it's not a hotel!" says Taylor.

We walk inside and I drop my suitcase off in the front hall for now. We both run upstairs, and she leads me to my room for when we stay here.

"Do you like it?" asks Taylor. "I love it!" I say, and I hug her. "Stella, you'll have a room in all of my houses. This year will be a little weird since I'm on tour. But any year that I'm not on tour, we primarily stay in one house for the majority of the year. Normally it's the New York house," says Taylor. "That sounds fun!" I say. "You are adorable! Can I take a picture of us?" says Taylor. "Of course!" I say. She takes a selfie of us, and she sends it to me immediately. I set it as my lock screen. "So, here's the plan. I have a concert in Seattle in two days. Our flight is early tomorrow morning at like 5:00 AM. We land early in the morning, and then I have to go to tech rehearsal, which you get to come with me to! As for today, I am already packed, which means that we can go shopping and buy you some clothes and things for your room at this house. You will get new clothes and things for all of my houses!" says Taylor. "Sounds like the best plan ever!" I say. "Great! Oh, and before we go, there will be paparazzi where ever we go, so I need you to hold my hand at all times," says Taylor. "Got it!" I say. "Perfect! Now let's go!" says Taylor. She holds my hand, and we run downstairs and outside to her car. No paparazzi so far, but I guess we are in her private property.

Taylor has her driver drive us to the mall. We arrive, and lots of paparazzi are there. I hold onto Taylor's hand like it's a lifeline. Taylor has me keep my head down so the paparazzi can't see my face. The flashes of the cameras are super bright. "Taylor, who's the girl?" "Taylor, do you have a secret child?" "Who's the father?" "What's her name?" ask the paparazzi as we rush past them.

We get inside the mall, and it's not too crowded. "You okay?" asks Taylor. "Yeah," I say. "You're shaking," says Taylor. I look down at my body and sure enough I'm shaking. "Long story," I say. Taylor nods in understanding and I keep holding her hand as we walk towards a store.

I have never been shopping before. Taylor brings me into a few stores, and we exit all of them holding a bag filled with clothes for me. Taylor brings me to a store called Vans. They sell the trendy shoes that all of the kids at my, I guess old school now, wear. I walk out with two pairs of Vans. Taylor isn't done yet, though. She takes me into a store, and I walk out with two pairs of sunglasses. I think I have more outfits and accessories than I have ever had in my life let alone more than I have time to wear.

We walk out of the mall an hour later laden with shopping bags. I hold Taylor's free hand so the paparazzi can't separate us.

We get to her car, put all of the bags in the trunk, and hop in the back seat. And Taylor tells the driver to take us to a certain address which I missed. I'm in shock that Taylor Swift is my mom now and that she just bought me more clothes than I've had in my lifetime. I am currently wearing an outfit from when I was 5 years old. I'm so small that I still fit in it.

"Taylor, thank you so much! You didn't need to do any of that!" I say. "Stella, it's my pleasure to do that for you! I'm excited to do this for you!" says Taylor.

We pull up to a frozen yogurt place, and I hold Taylor's hand as we get out of the car. A few paparazzi are there, but not too many. We walk inside, and Taylor hands me a cup, and I walk over to the flavor wall. "What am I allowed to get?" I ask. "Whatever you want!" says Taylor. I smile, and I select Cake Batter and Plain Tart. For toppings, I get rainbow nonpareils (chocolate chips with rainbow sprinkles on them). I also get caramel sauce. Taylor gets Cake Batter too! For her toppings, she gets rainbow sprinkles, strawberries, caramel, and a brownie. Taylor pays, and we eat inside where the paparazzi can't get us. "Thank you so much!" I say. "Stella, it's my pleasure. I love doing these things!" says Taylor. I smile and continue eating. I finish a decent amount of time before Taylor. She finishes, and I hold her hand as we get in the car and drive to her house.

We unload my bags and bring them to my room. Taylor pulls out a white suitcase with famous landmarks and iconic things on it. She puts some of my new clothes in it, and she puts the rest of them in my closet.

Then Taylor gets a phone call. "Stella, I have to take this. I'll be right back," says Taylor, and she leaves the room. I can still hear her, though. Taylor says, "Hi Austin, what's up?" She's talking to Austin, her brother! I guess he's my uncle now!

He says something, and she says, "I know!" Austin says something. "Austin! I'll explain in Seattle. Now, if you'll excuse me. My daughter is waiting for me," says Taylor, and she hangs up and walks back in. "Hey Stella, sorry about that," says Taylor. "No problem!" I say. "Stella, do you have any nicknames?" asks Taylor. "Some people call me Stells sometimes, but that's it really," I say. "Stells is cute!" says Taylor. "Yeah! I like it!" I say.

We talk for a while before Taylor makes dinner for us. She makes mac and cheese. We talk about her tour and what cities she's most excited about and other things like that. "Stells, since pictures of the two of us are all over the internet and people are asking questions and stuff, how about I introduce you as my daughter on stage in Seattle. Like right before Ready For It. From what you've told me and based on what Ms. Wilson said, it sounds like you like to dance. You can dance on stage with me for Ready For It if you want. Then you can help Mama Swift, Austin, and Papa Swift hand out Rep Room tickets. How does that sound?" says Taylor. "That sounds incredible!" I say. "I thought you'd say that," says Taylor smiling. I smile back, and we finish eating shortly afterward. Taylor cleans the dishes, and we have cookies that she made for dessert.

Then we watch TV until it's time for us to go to bed since we have to get up really early tomorrow. I changed my alarm to 2:30 AM instead of 7:00 AM. Taylor tucks me in, and I say, "I love you, Taylor!" "I love you too, Stella!" says Taylor, and then she sings Never Grow Up again, and I fall asleep by the end of it like always. I feel her kiss my forehead before walking out of my room.

And I thought Friday was the best day ever. Today I got adopted by Taylor Swift.