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 Once again, I sat in the chairs at the adoption agency. My legs were crossed and my fingers tapped the wooden arms of the chair. Emily, my sister, was next to me reading one of the fashion magazines on the small table.

My sister and me were completely different. She was a pink wearing, cheerleader flipping prep. I was a black wearing, music listening to punk. We only had two things in common: we were both orphans, our parents dead, and we both were huge fans of My Chemical Romance.

"God, how long does it take to find somebody that wants us?" I said finally.

"Maybe nobody wants us, Danni." Emily said, not even looking up from M magazine. I looked at her, even though she didn't see me.

"Who wouldn't want this 'gorgeous' face?" I made a kissy face at the door. Lucky for me, it opened right at that moment. In walked our agent and a man. He had long black hair and looked really familiar.

"Great," said the man, throwing his hands up in frustration. "You're telling me I gotta live with this the rest of my life?" Even though I knew he was joking, I frowned.

"No, not really." I replied, crossing my arms. "But do you really want to give me up?" I gave him a puppy dog look. He laughed.

"No, of course not!" He said.

"Emily, Danniel. This is "

"How many times do I have to tell you, lady?" I said, angrily. "My name is Danni. D-A-N-N-I! You want me to write it down for you or do I need to get I sticky note and post it on you head?" She sighed, not even wanting to put up another fight. So many times I had one. Agent - 0. Danni - sixty million. I smiled in victory as the man laughed. He had such a nice laugh. 'Wait! What are you saying, Danni!' I thought. 'This man is going to be your new father. GET IT TOGETHER!'

"Emily, DANNI." She continued. "This is Mr. Way. He is going to be your new father." I looked at Mr. Way suspiciously and I could tell he knew what was coming next.

"Wait, what is your first name?" I asked. He smacked himself on the head.

"Gerard." He said quietly. My jaw hit the floor. IT LITERALLY HIT THE FLOOR. But that was because Emily had jumped on top of me, ran over to 'daddy dearest' and made googily eyes at him.

"My father is Gerard Way?!" she said excitily, jumping up and down. Gerard put his hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"You might not want to do that around Mikey and Bob. Those to are as perverted as A Night In Paris." Gerard said, laughing.

"Gerard Freaking Way." She beamed and hugged our new father.

"Leave the poor man alone, Emily." I said, sitting up. "He probably has enough of those tinnies chasing him down the streets, cornering him at every store" I ranted on and on, listing the places that he could be bombarded. Then I noticed that Gerard and Emily were already out the door. "Hey! I wait for me!" I grabbed Emily's and mine stuff and headed out the door into the parking lot. I saw Emily and Gerard standing in front of a very nice BMW. "Whoa." I said and dropped our stuff. I laughed when Emily's bag broke open.

"No!" she yelled bending down and gathering the pile of pink that was her clothes. I pick up one of the lacy bras that were in there and held it above her head. "Give. It. Back." My dad and I just laughed as she grabbed it out of my hand and put it back in, shutting the suitcase. "I'll get you Danni. I'll get you when you least expect it." I laughed even harder.

"Oh, I'm shaking in my chucks." I said as we got in the car.