"Adopted By" Oneshots!

You're Related to Catlynn, Right?

Book: Adopted by Heathers Sequel (this oneshot is focused on...ELEANOR!)
Eleanor's Age: 14

"What's up?" Georgia Cook asked me as I sat down in my seat for band class. I decided to play saxophone like my mama, but I did play clarinet in elementary school like my mom. And for some reason, Mama handed down her bright red saxophone that she got as a present when she was a little younger than me.

"This is sanitary, right?" I asked Georgia. They shrugged and said, "How can I know? My mom seriously lacks common sense. Thank God she married Mom 2."

"Hold up, you call Cesca 'Mom 2?'"

"What else would I call her?"

"Girls-" the teacher said, making Georgia cringe, "please pay attention. I'm about to take attendance. Cook? Annabelle Cook?"

Georgia's twin sister and my other cousin raised her hand. The director nodded and said, "Georgia Cook?" Georgia raised their hand and we went through the attendance. And then came the dreaded moment.

"Eleanor McLemore-Ashley...wait. You're Catlynn McLemore's daughter, right?"

All eyes were on me. God, I hated this. Being the granddaughter of Elle McLemore was hard enough, especially since I was named after her, but going to Hamilton Middle where my mom was the most popular kid, and not in the good way? That was ten times worse.

"Yeah...I actually am." I said with a smirk. My teachers have warned me about my attitude before, but I really didn't care.

"That's what I thought. Your mom was an amazing saxophone player, one of our best." I took a long sigh and leaned back in my chair.

"Yeah, whatever, now shut up. I've gotten this same question like eighty times, I've heard enough." I snapped.

"Miss McLemore-Ashley!" the band director said. I tensed up a little and I swear I saw my brother Levi laugh next to me.

"Can it, Levi." I snapped. Levi rolled his eyes and set the bell of his trumpet on his knee.

"TEACHER! ELEANOR'S BEING MEAN!" Levi yelled. Now, I know he was joking around with me. We were siblings, after all.

But our band teacher thought differently.

"Miss McLemore-Ashley! Office, now!"

"What- Levi's my brother, we were joking."

"Eleanor." the director snapped. I got up and put my saxophone down on the chair and headed to the office.

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"You and me, Leni. You and me." my mama said, shaking her head. "We both got in trouble for no reason in middle school."

Turns out, this was my third detention, which equaled a suspension. All because Levi was teasing me.

"I'm about to quit band in a minute." I said. Mama smirked and said, "I don't blame you. At least the kids aren't mean to you in there. I told you about Violet, right?"

"Mom's cousin? My second cousin?"

"Shoot, I forgot you two were related for a minute, never mind!"

"MAMA! LEMME HEAR THE STORY!"

"I can't catch a break with you, thank God it's my day off and I'm not needed at the hospital for a while. Anyway, Violet was a she-devil flute player that was basically a 'wannabe Heather Chandler,' as Elle put it. Not to mention she tried to murder me in eighth grade."

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked. Mama laughed and said, "That's a story for another day, now I'm gonna teach you something I learned from your auntie Jess." She pulled out her laptop and looked to me with a smirk. "What's your band teacher's email?"