Taylor's POV
I wake up, and do my normal morning routine. Teeth, Hair, Face, Shower, Netflix, snacks. Mr. Whiten comes into my room. "Hey, we have a very special guest coming in to adopt someone, so get ready." He says. I hop up, and put on my revenge hoodie I cut a little to make it a crop top, some black shorts, and my black vans. I walks downstairs to see half blonde, half black dreads. I nearly faint. I walk over to my bestie, Jo-Jo. "Ayo! Why is the most AMAZING person in the UNIVERSE here?" I ask her. "He's here to adopt." She says. I take out my phone. And go on insta.
@The_Heroin_Mami😍🤤: X IS IN MY ORPHANAGE!!! IM LEGIT GONNA PASS OUT!
Comments
@Jo-Jo_ya girl: I see him too!!
@Briii❤️💉🖕🏽: Oop! Tell him I said he needa pay his child support
@Geo_The_Slump_Goddess😈: OOP OKAY I SEE YA BAEEE😍
@Makeouthill: Come over and say hi don't be shy vro
I look up, and see X looking at me. I stand up, my knees quaking. I walk over. "Uh, Hey, I guess." I say. He chuckles. "Hey. What's your name?" He asks me. "Taylor." I say. I look at my look down at my aqua green acrylic nails. "What do you like to do?" He asks me. "I sing sometimes, dance, help people dress, and listen to music." I say. He smiles. "What kind of music?" He asks me. "Rap, RnB...I guess that's it." I say. He nods. My phone rings, sending "Drop a neck on me like a lynch bitch, Limp dick, put it on your daughter, she still caught a nut" Echoing through the room of children of all ages, the five year old standing next to me looked up. I fumble with my phone, and answer it. I hear X chuckles I put the phone to my ear. "Yes, Jo-Jo?" I say. "Can I come over?" She asks. I hang up, and signal her over. "Heyyyyy! Wasss poppin X!" She says. He smiles. He gets a call. "Ayo, I gotta go, but I'll be back. Bye Taylor." He says. I wave.
After I get out the shower, I change into my oversized rose gold Adidas sweatshirt, and my black Adidas shorts. I hear a knock at the door. "Taylor, sweetheart?" I hear Mr. Whiten say. I stem out of the bathroom. "Yes sir?" I ask. "Pack your stuff. Your getting adopted." He says. I do a happy dance. "By who?" I ask. "The gentleman that was here earlier." He says. I scream. "YOU DEADA- I mean, are you serious?" I say, stopping myself from cursing in front of Mr. Whiten. "He's downstairs when your ready." He says before leaving. "ASHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHDUIDORJRJI" I scream out.
