Foxxy Love, a 23-year-old ex-band member of the Foxxy Five. She started to feel lonely lately since her and the other members of her band broke up, so she signed up to live in a house with other housemates. That wouldn't do it, in the process, she felt more lonely. The woman sighed and she wondered what to do as she walked down the sidewalk in the crummy place she lived in where murders are shrugged off as normal, almost everyone is a jerk, and accidents happen on such a frequent basis. Foxxy looked around and she found herself stumbling into foster care.
She heaved a sharp sigh and decided to go inside despite her mind nagging at her to not do such a thing. It was nearly evil to be apart of foster care, she could sort of relate though. Her father abandoned her at a very young age, but she insisted that he was only going out for a pack of cigarettes. She was still sure he was going to return, but it might have been a mental thing to cope with the abandonment of her father and being left alone with her mother and lived with her until she was fourteen.
"Excuse me, I would like to adopt a child...?" Foxxy came to the front desk.
"Gee? At a foster home? What gave you that inspiration?" the man snorted at her.
Foxxy glared at him. "Just bring me a kid!"
"Alright, alright, don't rob me," the man mumbled a racial stereotype, then took out a book of potentional children to be adopted. "Now, what sort of child are you looking for?"
"Just one that'll keep me happy and busy," Foxxy sighed. "I don't wanna make the same mistakes my parents did."
"Aw, must be tough bein' born in the ghetto, huh?" the man joked again.
Foxxy grabbed his collar. "If y'all don't bring me no kid, I will REALLY bust your ass in this joint!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" the man panicked, then pushed the call button. "Miss Hannigan, bring in the orphans who DON'T sing."
"Yes, sir!" a sharp female voice said on the other line. There then came a miserable looking woman who had three kids and pushed them in like she were sweeping them and thought of them as garbage and then left.
"These are the best we can do." the man told Foxxy.
Foxxy came over and bent down. There was a girl in a blue dress, puffy brown hair, white tights, and black dress shoes. There was a boy in a sailor suit with curly blonde hair. And there was a girl with ginger pigtails, a red shirt, red skirt, white socks, red and white sneakers and had a golden earring on her right ear. The last girl looked as though she had given up on all hope of being adopted.
"You." Foxxy gestured to that girl specifically.
"Huh?" the pigtailed girl looked up to her.
"What's yo name?"
"Oh, ummm..." the girl dropped her voice low to a whisper and mumbled out the name.
"Speak up, child!" Foxxy demanded.
The girl mumbled again.
"Listen girl, where I come from, you gotta speak within earshot or you'll get shot!" Foxxy nearly hissed at the girl. "Now tell me, what is your name!?"
The girl sighed and folded her arms. "Michelene."
The other orphans snickered at her name which made the girl deeply scowl at them and raise her fist.
"My friends call me Mike though." the girl then said.
"What friends?" the boy taunted.
"I'll do it, even if I'll be your new mother." Foxxy stood straight back up, smiling.
"Really?" the girl's eyes lit up.
"Really?" the man, sailor boy, and pretty girl echoed.
"Really," Foxxy confirmed, then took Mike's hand. "Sir, I'd like to adopt this gender confused child!"
"What!?" Mike blinked.
"A black chick adopts a white urchin, it's like backwards Webster." the man filled out forms and handed Foxxy a paper. "Sign here and she's all yours."
"Gladly." Foxxy sat down the sign the forms.
"Umm... Mom?" Mike spoke up, trying to adjust to calling the woman that now since they were now mother and daughter.
"Now, now, you ain't gonna call me that now," Foxxy turned to her. "You will call me 'Mama Foxxy'."
"Alright, sounds cool!" Mike beamed. "So, Mama Foxxy... I'm not gender confused, I'm a girl, I just hate my name..."
"We'll see about that, now we better get going to both our new home," Foxxy said, handing the form to the man to stamp it and make them an official family.
"Both our new home?" Mike repeated. "Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Mama Foxxy?"
"Mama Foxxy is going to live in a new house with new people for a reality show challenge," Foxxy explained with a smile after she got the adoption papers back. "You, me, and new friends! Don't they sound good?"
Mike smiled. "It does sound pretty good... I'll get my things and meet you outside!" she rushed off.
"What a sweet little gender confused child 'o mine..." Foxxy sounded pleased.
"Umm... Ma'am?" the girl from before tried to get her attention. "Are ya sure you don't wanna adopt a little sweetie who likes to sew all the time?"
"Or a boy who would take care of you whenever you'd get sick?" the boy added.
"BEAT IT, URCHINS!" Foxxy yelled and sprayed them to make them go back to wherever they came from. "Little suck-up, parent-less, bastards..." she mumbled under her breath.
"Okay, I'm ready!" Mike called back as she had her backpack and a few bags.
"Good, come on, Mike, we're going home." Foxxy smiled, helping her with her things and going with her to get out of Foster Care and to the new house.
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Mike Gets Drawn Together
Teen FictionFoxxy Love is asked to stay in a house with other people she doesn't know, but feels empty along the way, she decides to adopt a child named Mike Mavinsky on the way and raise her in the house as her child and to take on anything they both can being...
