Raven White has been in foster care and orphanages for as long as she can remember. She gets made fun of horribly for her name, her looks, and her music taste. But one day, Patrick Stump will walk through the doors of the orphanage and change her li...
I looked at Patrick and I felt my jaw drop a bit. He just smiled at me like it was nothing. My hero, the guy that was already like some sort of father figure to me in a strange way, was going to adopt me. Maybe things were gonna get better.
Ms. Bell gave a grunt as she said that she was going to go get the papers ready. "Do you need help packing?" Patrick asked me.
"Um." I looked around the small room. I didn't have much at all, but hey. I could put him to work. "Yeah, could you grab my posters and CD's for me?"
"Sure." He said. I ran to the bathroom and threw all of my makeup and hair supplies in a bag, then I bent down and opened the cabinet under the sink. I stopped abruptly when I saw the blade box there. I couldn't do this. I would just end up hurting Patrick. How could I do that to anyone and still live with myself? "You okay?"
I turned around and saw Patrick standing at the doorway of the bathroom. I faked a smile and threw the blades in my bag. "Yup. Just finishing up."
Patrick smiled and held up the CDs. "You've got good taste."
I looked closer and realized he was holding up all of the Fall Out Boy CD's that I had ever bought. Which just so happens to be every album they've ever released. I felt a blush rise up my neck and to my face as he held them up. "Oh them? That's Fall Out Guys right?"
He smirked and looked at them. "Yeah, I think so. I've never heard them, but I've heard they're good."
I rolled my eyes and gave a smile. He laughed and walked back into the room. I stood up after throwing a few more things in my bag and walked into the room again. There, Patrick stood looking at something. I looked over his shoulder (cause we're the same height XD) and realized he was looking at one of my drawings. It was a girl with her head thrown back and sunglasses on, but instead of a face, there was a skull.
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"I remember drawing that." I said. Patrick jumped a bit, but then looked back at the drawing.
"You're really good." He said, surprise in his voice.
I blushed and looked away. "Thanks. I think I've got everything once you give me back my book there."
He fumbled with the pages as he closed it. He then gave it to me, and I put it in my little bag of things I was taking. "You ready?" He asked excitedly.
I smiled wide. "Yeah, let's get out of here."
We walked down the stairs together, but I had to wait outside Ms. Bell's office when Patrick had to go in and sign papers for my adoption. I stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with the strings on my backpack and looking at the floor.
"What do you think you're doing?"
I looked up and saw Courtney standing there, her hand on her hip and glaring daggers. "Oh, I don't know. Getting adopted, maybe?" I said sarcastically. I knew I shouldn't have said that, but what did I have to lose?
