AN: OMEGOSH I HAD NO IDEA THAT I HAD SO MANY FOLLOWS AND FAVS ON THIS STORY! :') You guys are honestly amazing and I wanna dedicate this chapter to the reviewers! Sorry it took me so long to update but... ya know.

Anyway...

ROLL THE CARTOON!

The very next day, Selina woke up bright and early.

Well... early.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror across the room, she was tempted to plop back down and let sleep take over once again. Come to think of it, that was the best night's sleep she'd had in a very long time.

And now that her senses were registering... was that bacon she smelt? And eggs?

Yes, it was! She was sure of it!

She could even faintly hear the grease popping in the skillet if she listened hard enough.

Now, Selina had never been one to give a rat's hat about appearances, but by the way her reflection scrunched it's nose up, she figured it was best for everyone if she got cleaned up.

Her bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor made her think twice, though. It sent chills through her entire body and seemed to make her inky hair stand on end.

Ew.

As soon as her eyes dawned on the smaller vanity mirror in the bathroom, she realized just how horrible she really looked.

Her black hair was frizzy and matted and the naked skin on her face was appauling. Not to mention the utter chaptness of her lips and the fact the these particular pajamas showed way too much of her pale flesh, with the long and jagged scars creeping out from under her charcoal pant leg.

Eww.

So, the teen began working her magic to remedy those problems. She had been covering up the nasty blemishes for so long that it was a peice of cake by now.

Plucking the small grey hairbrush from its resting spot on the sink, she started snatching and pulling it through the matted bird's nest on her head. Once it was somewhat tamed, it was time for the straightener.

Plugging the device in and flipping the dial to 'on', she snatched her makeup pouch from its lace on the back of the toilet and set to work covering up every inch of her face in thick liquid foundation.

Then the midnight shade of liquid eyeliner, followed by several strokes of mascara to each set of lashes.

Finally, all of that was topped off with a swab of cherry chapstick.

Of course, the flat iron was ready now, and after fifteen minutes of running small sections of hair through the thing, Selina was finished.

After pulling on some casual clothes (black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and hoodie, and Converse boots), the orphan practically lept down the stairwell to get to the kitchen, but managed to more or less contain her excitement in order to maintain a placid facade.

The moment she stepped around the corner, she thought she was in heaven.

All across the island and marble countertop, was a spread of every single breakfast food imaginable.

In the far corner near the burners of the stainless steel stove, rested a porcelain plate overflowing with bacon. Then by the oven there was a muffin pan with fluffy biscuits, already sliced open and ready to be filled. The tops were browned to perfection while the sides remained soft, but not so soft as to make them doughy.

And that wasn't all. Everywhere Selina looked, there was a new dish. Everything from pristine porcelain plates of eggs, fancy sausages, bagels, and croissants to fine glass bowls filled with grits, oatmeal, and porridge.

And the smell! Oh gosh, it was the best thing the poor child had smelt in her entire existance.

Never at the shelter had they ever served anything near this wonderous. There, it had been the same thing every other day. They tended to alternate between a variety of different cereals and an omlet bar.

But it didn't matter.

Ever since... it happened, Selina hadn't quite regained her appetite. Never to the full extent at least. And even though she was almost positive that she could only manage a single plate at most, she was more than willing to sample all the delicacies.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the child snapped out of her daze and was able to remove her eyes from the glory that was food.

"Hi, Mrs. Lennox. Hi, Mr. Lennox." she half-whispered sheepishly.

"Sweetie, I told you. Call me Will. Mr. Lennox makes me sound like an old man." Will joked.

So, Selina corrected herself. "Morning, Will. Sarah."

"So..." Mrs. Lennox was making a valiant effort to ease the tension, and for that, Selina was grateful.

"Food's almost ready. If you wanna go wait in the dining room, then... ya know..."

The girl smiled lightly.

"Thanks, Sarah."

00000000000000000000000000000000

Needless to say, breakfast was quiet. And afterwards, as Sarah went upstairs to attend to a crying Annabelle, the adolescent was left with Will.

And she hated it.

It was awkward and to be honest, she still wasn't comfortable around a man of his height and build.

He was over six feet tall and it seemed that he could benchpress a whale if he wanted to, so... yeah... not the fluffiest man alive.

"So, Selina, I got some time off work to get you settled in and everything, and I was thinking that tomorrow Sarah could take you to the mall or somethin'. Ya know? Girl things." he smiled a little, "Then maybe Thursday, I could show you around the neighborhood... or... gosh, I dunno. But Sarah has to work that day, so whatever we're gonna do, it's just you an' me. And then Friday... there's that concert Sarah was telling you about?"

Selina said nothing. Just sat in stunned silence.

Spend a whole day? Alone? With him?

"Um, s-sure. I-i guess." she murmured.

"Great!" and without any sort of warning, he smacked his hands together thunderously.

Selina winced and her breath caught in her throat.

What the hell was the idiot thinking?!

Her eyes snapped to his abruptly.

"And what're we doing today?" she almost hissed.

"Uh, well..." he pondered the question for a good two minutes, before making a carefree hand gesture. "Free day?"

Selina rolled her eyes.

People.

"Cool. Then I'll be in my room."

And with that, the hormonal youth marched up the stairs to her temporary living arrangements.

Sarah passed her in the hall, still holding her daughter, and was about to offer a warm smile before the kid's bedroom door slammed shut with a CLACK.

And before Mrs. Lennox rejoined her puzzled husband in the living room, she swore she heard the faintest noise come from behind the door.

It was almost inaudible. In fact, it may have been nothing.

But she could've swore it was Selina's voice in an aggrivated whisper.

"I hope they get tired of me soon."

AN: Okay! So it wasn't much of a chapter, aaaaand it was pretty much pointless! But still, now we know that Selina isn't some innocent little child. She has an attitude and many other flaws (as you'll see in future chappies ;)) And btw I wanted to apologize for not being specific from the start, but IRONHIDE AND THE BOTS WILL NOT HAVE A VERY BIG ROLE IN THIS STORY. It's a Lennox adoption fic, therefore, it's focused on the Lennox family unit and my OC.

Sorry if you don't like that :(.

Anyway...

PLEASE REVIEW! :)))))