Berkeley Jane Westly, that was my name. Or at least what I thought it was. You see, I knew I was adopted, I never knew who my birthparents were, and I never really cared. My dad was loving, and the best to me. But when he got sick, things slowly changed. We spent a majority of our time in the hospital together rather than be at school. You see my dad was a teacher. He taught world history Advanced Placement. When he died, his will told me who my parents were. I honestly never expected my biological parents to be a family I looked up to, especially the man.

Unfortunately, with the death of my dad, I got put into the foster system. It sucked. The lady was mean and the other kids were rude to me. My "room" was a closet with a bed and a lamp. Talk about Harry Potter much.

However, through my Dad's will, I was able to find a way to contact my birth parents. I called from a pay phone, and honestly, it was shady as hell. I also never expected someone to answer the phone and that someone be my mom. "Hi. I'm looking for Adrienne. I have some information for her." I tried to say all adult like.

"Look. If you're trying to talk to Billie, I don't care. I am sick of you people calling. Give me one reason why I shouldn't hang up on you this instant."

"MY NAME IS BEREKELY JANE ARMSTRONG." I shouted quickly.

The line went silent before Adrienne said, "How do you know about her?"

"I am her."

"Oh my god. I don't know what to say."

"Then let me talk."

"Alrighty." She said.

"I found out who my biological parents were when my adopted dad died. I was then put in foster care because I did not have any legal guardian left over to care for me. He raised me my entire life and he was the only person I knew, that loved me so much. I'm not asking for anything. I just wanted to talk to the woman who gave birth to me. Thank you."

I was about to hang up when she said, "Wait. I want to meet you."

"I live in the Rainbow Hills Foster home off of 3rd Avenue." I said.

She picked a date and we chose to meet then. I was excited, I would be meeting the woman who gave birth to me.

A few weeks went by and I then got to meet Adrienne. Time in the foster home was rough. The kids picked on me a little bit. This one kid, Travis threatened to kill me. It was a freaky afternoon. He had a steak Knife from the kitchen and held it against my throat. I was scared, but I didn't show it. Someone came up the stairs, which scared him off. He got thrown out after that- he did it to Hailey and she told Beverly, the lady who was our "foster mom".

When she came to visit, she came alone. I was nervous to meet her. She wasn't just my biological mom; she was the wife of the man, who was my favorite musician- on a long list that is, no one will ever top Elvis. Never once did I ever think that I was his daughter. I mean there were a lot of resemblances, but I never thought about them. Jakob and I looked pretty similar, despite him being 2 years older than me. There were so many questions that I wanted to ask her, and I finally now have the chance.

I've read fan fictions about bands that I like, where people in a situation similar to mine, get adopted by a band member. To me, it sounds like a dumb thing, because for one, getting adopted takes months, maybe even years if your unlucky. All those stories don't know the truth about the system, they don't know how rough it is, or how sometimes you find a nice family, but get moved because there isn't enough room, or they end up adopting the younger kid, not you. Never once did I think my life would turn out like one of those cliche stories that everyone wishes were their lives. I know there is a high chance that I will probably never meet my Father- Adrienne will probably just want to say hello and then carry on with her life. She has two sons, already halfway through high school, I'm barely a freshman. I don't want to be in the public eye either. Yes, I like to play guitar but I do it for me, not because I want a career. Sure it'd be cool to sing on stage with my favorite band- which is ironically not Green Day, but The Maine.

Adrienne was really kind. From the moment I met her, she offered me a warm smile and a hug. I've never known what it is like to have a mother, but in her smile, I could imagine my life with her, and that scared me. I knew that after we had lunch, she would take me back to the foster home and I would probably never see her again. So as much as I wanted to get to know her, and know my two brothers, I knew I couldn't. She would leave me here and I would learn more on how to fend for myself and provide for myself in the adult world.

But Adrienne Shocked me. She told me that my adoption wasn't actually adoption, she had given my dad Luke, the papers but they weren't legal in the state of California apparently- the paperwork was faulty. Somehow, if it be an act of a higher being, or just dumb luck, I had potential to go home with her and be apart of her family- something I was hesitant about.

On one hand I could do it, I could leave the foster home and never look back. But on the other hand lay other uncertainties. There was the huge factor that Billie had no clue, we didn't know how he would react. I knew it was obvious that he would be mad at Adrienne for keeping something like that a secret for so long, it was a given, but by no means did I want to test their marriage like that. Yes they had faced many struggles together, Billie was no angel when it came to his past, but he overcame all of that. And my existence would rock the boat, and by no means did I want the boat to sink.

So I did the adult thing, I told her how I felt. That I did not want to wreck her marriage, and cause any problems. She assured me that it was not I who would wreck it, but herself because she was the one who had kept the secret. From that moment, I had decided what I wanted. I wanted her to tell Billie but not involve me yet. I knew he would be angry, and I didn't want that to be potentially aimed at me in all his emotions displayed at once. So she told me she would tell him tonight and then let me know what he says regardless of it is good or not. Even if Billie was upset, she still wanted to be my mom, and with that, I had even more respect for her. I knew that when she gave me away, she did it because one, she loved me and knew that being the daughter of a rockstar would be hard, she gave me a shot at a normal life. She gave me to Luke, who raised me as his own, and I loved him, he was the only parent I had ever known, and he will always be my dad, even if he is not my birth dad, no one can ever take that from him. 

A/n: I wrote this story on my first laptop several years ago. It crashed and i lost EVERYTHING, so I started over. I'm still learning as a writer- despite have been writing for over 5 years now. Let me know what you think! :)