My Taylor Swift Adoption Story.

Pre Adoption Day

I HATE adoption day. That's pretty much all there is to say.

Our Social Workers just put us out on show, like puppies in a pet shop. It is horrible. People just walk past us, window shopping, you could call it. 'Oh yes please, we'll take this one!' Ughh. We are human beings not Hamsters, or Guinea Pigs, or Dogs, or Cats, or Rabbits, or any other animal.
People looking at us, ooohing and aaahing. I have explained this to them, but do they listen, sure...... Well, they do listen, but when it comes for actually doing something, do they, do they hec. They don't care about how we feel. They probably have a check list at home.
Rosie ✔
Billy ✔
Olivia ✖
Oh yeah, that's me.
I just won't get ticked off. I'm kinda glad. As soon as I'm ticked of my social worker, Mary the Moaner, will just put her big feet up and relax. Well, Mary, you're not getting away with it that easy. I'm tough work. So yeah.
Anyway, the care home isn't too bad. But the food, oh well that needs an improvement, a big improvement, apart from that, it's fine. I mean, I have my own room now. And the people aren't too bad, I guess, if you take away Dylan, and Kelly Cross, of course, but I'll explain about her later.

So, Adoption Day tomorrow... I don't know what I want. Actually... I do... I want a proper family. I don't want them to have other kids. After years and years of spending day after day with loads and loads of other kids. I want it to be a couple, a couple madly in love, no risk of splitting up. I want them to not be married, just dating. Then I can be there when they come home and tell me their engaged, and I want to be a bridesmaid at the wedding. I have a whole journal of wedding ideas, venues, flowers, seating arrangements, food for the after due, the cake, dresses... So many dresses, business for all of these things. I also want them to really want me. And I would be ok about them having another child, after me, and younger, a toddler maybe. I've always wanted a younger sibling. Someone who will look up to me. And I also would like them to have a cool job. In music maybe, something I'm interested in, something I can help with, something I can do one day. I would like them to have a some money, they don't have to be mega rich, but I would like them to be able to buy me a guitar and hire out a proper singing booth from time to time. I have written so many songs: Just another girl
Best Friends
Let Go
Turn back time (my best one)
Lights Camera Action
The list goes on. I hide them all in a folder labeled 'School Work' so no one bothers looking in it.
So yeah, I suppose I do know what I want. Although, what I want isn't what I need. I need a nice family to take care of me, a roof over my head, food to eat in front of me.
I've just had this picture of a perfect family in my head for so long, it would be nice to make that a reality.
So wish me luck!