Today was adoption day.
New parents would come in, look at us and choose the kid they wanted. As always I would probably be seen, told I look satanic with my band tee and left behind. Oh how badly I wanted a family. But I guess I'll just stay here till I'm 18.
Miss Jackson, came into my room and pulled me out by the ear.
"Let's see if someone will adopt you today, you little shit"
She shouted then pulled me over and placed me violently on a chair next to the other kids.
I took out my headphones and my walkman and just turned my music real loud. I was listening to Metallica and my favourite song, Sad but true, started.
I was straight up vibing when a male figure approached me. I looked up and well, it was motherfucking Lars Ulrich. I couldn't believe in my eyes.
He looked at me, smiled warmly and asked "What's your name little one?"
"Shawn, Mr Ulrich"
He giggled.
"You a fan?"
"Yeah"
"Wanna talk, get to know each other? You seem like a lovely kiddo"
I nodded and then got up as we walked to the so called "interrogation" room. We talked for a bit, I told him about how I got in the orphanage, we talked about music and art in general. In the end he looked at me warmly and said those few magical words
"Would you like to have a new family?"
"YES" I screamed, he smiled happily and went to sign the adoption papers.i went to my room and packed my stuff. I, said good bye to the few nice kids there and I ran down the stairs. Lars had just finished signing everything and we were able to go home. I secretly gave the middle finger to Miss jackson and we giggled as we where entering his car.
I was absolutely amazed. I had a family and this family was my idol and my inspiration. It was the best day of my life
