All girls ages 5-9 come to the office. The intercom screeched, most of the girls were confused because all they heard was static.

Allow me to break the fourth wall. I'm Jaycee. No, I don't know my last name. Pretty pathetic huh? Anyway... I'm known for being the punching bag of Brittany Neal. That, and being quite the cusser. I've only been called to the adoption office once, and the couple who were deciding said they didn't want any of us. We didn't get to eat that night.
I find comfort in watching YouTubers. Oh, and I'm the only girl with an Irish accent at the orphanage.

I slowly made my way to the office, girls tugging on my beanie as I passed.

"Hey runt, where do you think you're going?" A harsh voice spat.

I turned, seeing the 9 year old, blonde haired she-devil that someone decided to name Brittany.

"Where do you think?! I'm going to the office." I huffed.

For once, she let me pass, but not without punching me in the side of the head.

I rubbed my head, trying to clear my vision of the blurs caused by the knock to the head.

There was a line of girls, which I stood at the end of.

The adopters were a lovely looking young couple. What was different about them though, was that they looked like they'd come from a place where love, actually meant love.

"Which lovely little girl would you like?" The owner of the orphanage, Michelle, said faking a sweet voice.

"Well, after reading all of the paperwork, we would like to adopt..."

The man pointed next to me.

It was Brittany. The girl who had ruined my life up to this point.

My eyes grew teary.

Brittany smirked and walked to her new parents.

After they left, Michelle ordered us to go back to our rooms.

I speed-walked up to my room, trying to conceal the tears that were leaking down my face.

I slammed the door, and curled up next to my bed.

I finally let the tears flow. My face grew hot, and my mouth tasted salty from the liquid coming from my eyes.

I grabbed my phone, and watched YouTube.

I smiled, and the last tear dripped off of my nose.

-Time Skip of Rock and Roll-

About an hour had passed.

Girls ages 6-8 come to the office.

I looked up at the clock.

This would be the last time anyone would be adopted today.

I stood, and straightened my beanie. I walked out of my room into the restroom, and cleaned up.

As I made my way downstairs, I heard some of the older girls talking about Brittany.

I took my spot in the long line of girls.

Only then I noticed how much smaller I was than kids my age.

"This is no way to be treating children!" A male voice yelled.

"You will not tell me how to run my orphanage!" Michelle retorted.

"Whatever. Just let me get to the adoption."

We sat in silence, I was looking away, because you could see the mark on my head from the punch earlier. I think the man was reading the paperwork.

"Alright. Which girl are you picking?" Michelle said, impatiently.

"I'm picking..."

My beanie fell over my eyes and ears.

After I fixed it, I looked at the faces of the girls around me.

Most were shocked, others looked agitated.

I faced forward, a finger pointing in my direction.

I looked up at the face of the man, and I gasped.

"Jack?" I mumbled.
It was Jacksepticeye, or as I read, Sean William Mcloughlin.

"Sir, I really don't think you want that child." Michelle argued.

"I want this child. I'm absolutely sure." Sean spat.

He signed papers, smiled at me, and moved my beanie.

"Go get your stuff, Jaycee. You're going home."

I nodded and rushed up to my room, packing.

I looked at the room, which I wouldn't miss.

I took my suitcase downstairs, all of the girls looking at me in shock.

I guess Sean was trying to be fatherly, because he grabbed one of my hands.

We walked out and got in the car.

"So, Jaycee. You're eight, huh? When's your birthday?" Sean asked as he began to drive.

"My birthday? Uh..." I tried hard to remember. "I....I don't know."

His smile dropped.

"Well, when do you want to be your birthday?"

For some reason, I've always wanted my birthday to be on February 8th.

"February 8th." I sheepishly said.

"Jaycee, do you go by Jay?" Sean asked, stopping the car at a fast food restaurant.

"Normally I don't, but you can call me Jay if you'd like." I said, stepping out of the car.

"J-Jay." Sean said, moving his hand in a weird way when I began to walk to the entrance.

I stepped back to him, and he grabbed my hand.

As we walked into the restaurant, the smell of table wax hit my nose.

I gagged. It smelled like lemons, which I hate.

Sean noticed. "Don't like lemons?"

"I hate them so fucking much." I coughed.

"Excuse me? You're eight. You shouldn't be swearing like that." He gave me a very surprised look.

"Sean. It's scientifically proven that swearing relieves stress." I said, trying to calm my......dad...?

"F-fine. But only every once in a while. Now, what would you like to eat?" He smiled.

I looked up at the menu. At the orphanage, we didn't get much to eat, so this was like a holy grale (that right?) to me.

I settled on a burger.

After about a half an hour of laughing and eating, we left and went home.

"Your room is upstairs. Do you need help?" Sean asked, motioning toward the suitcase I was wheeling around.

"I think I've got it." I smiled.

He walked into the kitchen.

I attempted to pull the suitcase up the stairs.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

I finally reached the room and pushed open the door.

Setting the case down, I felt woozy.

After I returned to normal, I headed down the stairs.

I heard Sean recording.

It was a ' Reading Your Comments ' video.

"Sean, do you ever plan on having children?" I heard him say. "Well.... Jaycee, can you come here please?"

I walked into the room.

"Guys, this is Jaycee. She's my adopted daughter."

I smiled.

"Do you wanna stay for the rest?" Sean asked.

I shook my head and walked out. Of course I wanted to, but I know that some people ask very weird stuff.

I decided to go outside.

I stretched, the sun hitting my face.

Thwack!

Well, something else hit my face.

"Ow!" I yelled.

I saw a boy running for a ball.

"I'm so sorry!" He said, picking the ball up.

"It's fine." I rubbed my face. It most likely left a print on my face.

"I'm Braden Charms by the way." He said, extending his hand.

I shook his hand.

"I'm Jaycee." I smiled.

"Jaycee.....what?" Braden shifted the ball in his hand.

"Uh...um.... Jaycee Mcloughlin."

He smiled.

"You wanna play some futbol?"
(Futbol, soccer, whatever you call it! I am American so I say soccer.)

I shrugged and nodded.

°°°°°
So, being as unathletic as I am, I lost with a score of 12-3. Now if he'd challenged me to Call Of Duty, it'd be another story.

"Well I gotta get home," Braden frowned, "keep in touch?"

"Y-yeah. See you around." I smiled, waving as he walked down the road.

I went back inside and sat on the couch.

"You were outside for a long time, what did you do?" Sean asked, taking his hat, which he was know for in the orphanage, off and setting in on the table.

"I was playing futbol." I blankly stated.

He smiled.

I took my beanie off. Clutching it in my hand, I walked upstairs.

I felt woozy again. What's with that bedroom? Well, it might not be the bedroom. I'd always gotten headaches right before something important in my life happened. I'd gotten a headache before Sean adopted me. What was it now?