Not many would know not many would care.
But to say that I existed
It would only be fair.

Melody sat in the lobby, fidgeting and twiddling her thumbs in a nervous tic. It was rare that she would feel like this whenever living under a different roof considering she had been in and out of foster homes. But this home she knew it would be different. With the death of her parents at an early age she never thought she would have family members that would come forth to claim guardianship but as her case went to another worker, it was found out that she had a distant cousin...a very older cousin and a prominent figure.

The name which she read on her file that day.
Charles Offdensen.
It was an almost laughable and unreal that she was related to a man in charge of the most popular band in the world Dethklok. She almost didn't want to go and live with that man but quickly dismissed that idea, it would be honestly better than going into another horrible household appointed by her old caseworker...Vincent.
She hated for the hell Vincent put her through. She was told by him that she was alone. No family, no one to really to fall back on but him. She knew he put her in bad families and caretakers on purpose, he was a psychopath like that. But who could she tell? She was a warden of the state. A statistic lost in a sea of others. With the system being packed with kids and under employed it was always hard to find a home to stay longer than 6 months.

Sighing audibly, the girl looked up at a black clock which read 5:30 pm.
It's only been 30 mins? It felt like an eternity. She wondered what was taking them so long?

Maybe adoption?

Melody looked at her attire; a simple white sweater dress that went down to her mid shin. It was something she owned for quite a while never seeming to lose it throughout being in and out of foster homes. She had besides her a black duffle bag of personal items like pictures and things she had as a kid. Other than that and the clothes on her back, she had nothing else and saw her situation like every other time she was going to leave the place.

Don't get involved with peoples lives...they'd only give you back too soon...don't get hurt.

But would these rules apply to this situation? To her own blood that never knew her existence till now?

The door to her left opened. It was Offdensen.
"Let's go." He said in a matter-of-factly tone, "We gotta get moving. There's a lot to discuss."

Melody had a feeling this wasn't going to be any "fake smiles" lectures from another apathetic foster parent. This was going to become a foundation of her forever home.

Or so she hoped.

As the doors to outside were opened by servants in all black, the cold afternoon air of fall hit her face. She clung to her bag close to her till both stepped into a heated luxury limo and begun to drive off.

Melody of 14 only hoped her life would change for the better out of all the pain she endured. Even if it would only be 6 months maximum like the rest of them.

She could only hoped.