I sighed happily as I watched the happy couple on the screen. Although I know that it is just a movie, I can't help but silently wish them a happily ever after. I roll my eyes at my own mind for thinking that and turn off the movie. I take one of my headphones out and wince when I hear Ms. Jahle yelling for me. She sounds angry, so she must have been yelling for a while. 

  "Get down here this instant, Nova!" she calls, sounding just about as angry as the time that I snuck out to get my first tattoo. How long as she been yelling for me?

  "Coming, Ms. Jahle," I called back. 

  "Well, hurry up then," she called back and I swear I can hear her groan like an impatient child from all the way up here. I roll my eyes and get up from the floor, shrugging my jacket tighter around my shoulders and make my way down the stairs. I look down at my feet, smiling to myself at the thought of going to see my tattoo artist. I can't wait to get my new tattoo. I heard Ms. Jahle sigh as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I looked up at her in question. 

"Why are you wearing that horrendous jacket, Nova. I thought that we talked about this," she lectured me. 

"I like my jacket. It's warm, I wouldn't need it if you would turn the air conditioning off once in a while," I sassed back. To be honest, that was probably not a good idea considering that she already despises me and all that jazz. She huffed in response. 

  "Can't you at least buy a nice one from the mall?" she asked. 

  "I already did," I answered, hoping that she would walk right into the trap that I was laying. 

  "Well, why aren't you wearing it then?" Yay, she did. 

  "I am," I answered and heard her groan.

  "You know very well that that is not what I meant, Nova," she said, sounding like she was almost in pain.

  "Well, I happen to think that it's quite nice and I bought it from Hot Topic which just happens to be in the mall, so," I trailed off, knowing that I had won. 

  "Okay, so I called you down here for a reason, Nova," she said, changing the subject as to not to have to acknowledge that I had one our little argument. 

  "Well, I would hope so, Ms.," I sassed again, feeling possibly a little too confident this morning. 

  "Nova, you are pushing it," she said, seeming almost as if I was about to be sent back to my room. I probably was. 

  "Well, what was the reason? I have somewhere to be tonight," I asked, the sass gone from my voice because I actually wanted to be able to go design my new tattoo. 

  "Someone says that they are going to adopt you," Huh?

  "What?" I ask, the confusion very evident in my voice. 

  "I'm just as surprised as you are," she said, and I know that she was being completely serious. No one has ever even considered adopting me and now out of the blue, someone says that they're adopting me without even meeting me? Well, I mean, it won't last long once they actually do meet me, so it really doesn't even matter. I just wonder what the heck gets into people sometimes. 

  "Well, are you coming to meet them or not?" her voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I shrugged in response. She sighed and began leading me to the interview room. Hmm, I've never actually made it this far with someone wanting to adopt me. I wonder how it works. When we reached the room she motioned for me to stay back while she went in first, closing the door behind her. Weird. I heard muffled voices from the other side of the door before she came back out, looking very puzzled. 

  "What?" I asked her. 

  "Well, he said that he doesn't want to interview you, he just wants to adopt you," she said, the confusion now evident in her voice as well as her face. So, it's a guy and he doesn't want to meet me. What? This is getting even weirder than someone just wanting to adopt me. 

  "Well, go pack your things," she shrugged, still seeming a bit confused. 

  "I don't want to go today," I said in a somewhat panicky tone. I have my meeting with my tattoo artist tonight. If I don't show up he'll think I just wasted his time with that appointment and I'll never get that new tattoo. 

  "Well, you don't really have a choice, Nova," she said, looking at me like I'm crazy. I didn't even care at the moment, to be honest. I just want that new freaking tattoo. 

  "Can you ask him if there is any way that he would be able to pick me up tomorrow?" I asked her, trying not to let the panic set in all the way. 

  "What in the world could be so important that you would want to jeopardize a chance at getting adopted? May I remind you that this is most likely your only chance to get adopted?" she tried to guilt me. She's right, but this tattoo is the one that I have been waiting to get for years and this is the only artist I can find that can do it just the way that I like it. 

  "I have something very important to do tonight, that's all," I replied, knowing that if I told her what it was there was no way that she would even consider trying to get him to say yes. The chances of it happening are already slim enough. 

  "Fine, I'll go talk to him," she sighed, giving in. I let out a sigh of relief before realizing that I still had to wait for his answer. I then held my breath yet again. I rocked back and forth on my heels while I waited for her to come back. I wonder if this guy is nice. Why would he want to adopt me anyway? It seems a little strange to me. He doesn't even want to meet me. For all I know he could be some creep. Or a strange old man that just wants the daughter that he never had the chance to have. Too bad for them that I would be a disappointment in either situation. I'm not attractive in any way and I'm definitely not the picture perfect good girl daughter that a sweet old man would want. 

  "He said that it is a major inconvenience and that it is not going to happen," she informed, walking back out. I sighed, looking down at my feet in disappointment. 

  "Oh," 

"But I said yes," a new voice said, walking out of the room and towards us. I looked up, puzzled. I was certainly not expecting what I saw. In front of me stood a ginormously tall boy, probably in his late teens, with crazy colored and spiked hair smiling down at me. I raised my eyebrow at him and opened my mouth to speak, but Ms. Jahle cut me off. 

  "I was getting to that, Mr. Clifford," she huffed. 

  "Well, I couldn't just let the poor girl hang in suspense, now could I? She looked so disappointed," he argued. 

  "Ah, see, though, she enjoyed that bit," I said quietly, trying to push her buttons just a tad more. 

  "You're a wretched child, you know that?" she asked me, looking at me with such disdain that it led me to believe that she imagining throwing me in a vat of toxic waste or something along those lines. 

  "I believe I'm aware," I sassed, smirking a bit to myself. She simply rolled her eyes and walked away, beckoning for him to follow her. Before he went, though he turned to me and half smirked and half smiled down at me. 

  "I'm Michael, by the way, and I think that we're going to get along just fine," he gave me one last smirk before following after her, leaving me to be very confused all by myself. 

Okay, so this is my first story on Wattpad, and I'm sorry if it sucks. I've just been itching to write lately, and just thought, "why not?" so, I hope you enjoy this! I will update as much as I can! Please comment and vote! --Macy xx