Chapter 1- A Visit From Marzia

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Haleigh's P*O*V//

I woke up to the early morning sun. My room was just as messy as it had been the night I fell asleep in it. I picked up my laptop off of the floor and opened it. Barely even needing to look at the keys, I typed in my password. I opened up Five Nights At Freddy's. "Hopefully I can beat 20/20/20/20 mode this time..." I mumbled. After failing many times, the 6 am chime played as I screamed in joy.

"Haleigh! What is all this noise?!" Ms. Parker, the orphanage lady bursted into my room with an angry face. "Sorry...I just beat 20/20/20/20 mode on Five Nights At Freddy's..." I mumbled. She rolled her eyes and left my room. 'YES!' I repeated in my head multiple times over. Could this day get any better? I quit Five Nights At Freddy's and got on YouTube. I typed in the search bar;"Pewdiepie".

I clicked on his latest video which was uploaded yesterday. "How's it goin' bros my names PEEEWWWWDIEPIEEEE!" I heard that familiar voice shout. Then I heard the soft voice of Marzia. "And MARZIA too!" I laughed. I love hearing their voices! "So we won't be uploading tomorrow's Friday's With Pewdiepie video on time because we have a special surprise." I started to wonder. What special surprise could it be? When the video ended I shut down my computer and turned on the TV. Just the boring old talk shows. Then, I got a knock on my door. I opened it to see Ms. Parker looking happier than ever.

"Haleigh we have someone who wants to see you!" She exclaimed, obviously happy to get me out of here. I wasn't as enthusiastic. I knew they wouldn't take me. Nobody does. "Ok." I replied blankly. I brushed out my hair, as Ms. Parker brought up the person who wanted to adopt me. Ms. Parker was helping a girl with ginger hair, a pale pink sweater and grey jeans. I knew immediately who it was.

"OH MY GOSH MARZIA!" I screamed. I blushed, all of the sudden feeling stupid. MARZIA got a bright look in her eyes. "Oh so you watch a lot of YouTube do you?" She said in her soft Italian accent. I nodded wildly, smiling. "Pewds is at home recording, but he knew what kind of a daughter he wanted. And I think you are that kind." MARZIA said, with a small grin. "REALLY?" I asked excitedly. MARZIA nodded. "Even Edgar and Maya approve!" Marzia said, taking the two adorable pugs out of her purse.

"They are so cute!" I exclaimed. Marzia laughed. "So should we get going?" She asked. "You mean I am actually getting adopted?!" I asked. Marzia nodded. I ran to pack my stuff.
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Marzia turned on the radio as she got in the car. "Hey Haleigh, do you have an Instagram?" Marzia asked. I nodded. "SELFIE!" She shouted, pulling me into a selfie. "That's going on Instagram then!" She said. I laughed. I couldn't beleive I was actually going to live with Pewdiepie, let alone MEET him!!!
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We arrived at the house finally. I jumped out of the car and grabbed my bags. Marzia opened the door, revealing Pewds recording a video. "Oh hey look bros! Here's my surprise!" He said pointing the camera towards me. I waved, used to the spotlight of a YouTube camera. Marzia cut in behind me and waved. "Well bros I'm going to end this video right here. Once again stay awesome!" He said as he did the ever so famous BROFIST.

"Hey there Haleigh is it?" Pewdiepie said in his awesome Swedish accent. "Yes it is!!!! IM YOUR BIGGESST FAN!" I said, again feeling stupid. Pewds laughed. "Poods, let's show her her room." Marzia said. Pewds nodded and got up. They led me down a hall, and opened a door to the left. My room had blue wallpaper with bro fists all over it. I had a camoflauge bed, and green carpets. "it's awesome!" I shouted, flopping down on the bed. Marzia smiled and so did Pewds.

The day had gotten way better.

(A/N)
I know this was a short chapter but there is more coming! I wish Pewdiepie or Marzia would read this but I know that would never happen. I'm only a 12 year old girl on wattpad :P Anyway I hope you guys enjoy it so far!

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