Adopted by who !!! (Shaytards fanfic)

Stupid stuff

I wake up and I immediately want to go back to sleep, I have school today, I do not like it at all.

Well that is actually a lie, it's ok.

I have a bunch of friends. I start to feel a bit excited again, but then I remember, I'm being moved into a different house in school, because they had to many people in the house I was in.

You may be confused and have no idea what that is.

A house is like a big group, every grade has four houses.

Ours are named after countries all around the world.

England, France, Canada and Australia. I used to be in France, but I'm being moved to England.

Each house has different classes at different times, you're not actually supposed to be friends with anybody in a different house.

I put on a sleeveless black top, and then a yellow crop top which reads 'CALIFORNIA 73' Cecily bought it for me.

I just put on black and white leggings then I combed out my hair.

I'm not excited at all. I'm literally dreading going to school, but it's just something that has to be done.

I go and have some breakfast, I barely touch it though, I feel sick.

"Mom I feel sick"

"Angel, you need to go" mom says sympathetically.

"I don't wanna"

"Angel" she says sternly

"Mom," I throw myself on the floor "I'm dying"

"Angel, no"

I give in, walking to my room, I go onto YouTube.

I watch some Caspar Lee. Then I type in Ella. My old friend.

She got a YouTube channel, oh I never said. The family in Alaska were horrible so she was brought back to the orphanage and then her parents found her and adopted her.

She says she is really happy and she has an 8 year old sister called Macie and a 4 year brother called Cade. They are her real siblings, by blood.

I wonder why the name Emma is coming up. Oops I typed in Emma instead of Ella.

I go to change it then I notice a channel. 'Emma Ash' I click on it and watch a few videos. She's really good.

Dad calls saying the bus is coming so I need to run, I grab my school bag, it's a rucksack in a sort of solar pinky purple thing. Anyway, I love it. (Picture to side---->)

I quickly make sure everything is in it, yep. I run out to the bus. I find a seat next to a girl.

"What house are you in?"

"Rum dum cheenzereop coorapeed" she says enthusiastically

She doesn't speak English, crap.

I stand up slowly then run and sit at the back of the bus. Next to a girl, about my age. Her whole face is caked in makeup. She has dirty blond hair down to her shoulders. She's wearing a tight pink crop top and a short black skirt.

"You do know we live in Idaho, right?" I say, looking at her outfit.

She glares at me "You can't sit there"

"And why would that be?"

"That's where my friends sit." She growls. "Move"

"Make me"

She slaps me, she calls me names, but then she says something's she shouldn't.

"And your brother, the baby, he looks diseased, the next one, he's a moron, then the younger girl, she needs to go to a mental hospital and the other girl, what a bi*** she is. And that boy he's so fat. And the oldest girl, she's a horrible ugly piece of s***." She laughs. "Oh wait, that's you" the crowd that has developed over time, laugh too, except for one girl, still in her seat.

I punch the girl.

"Hey Ali, what happened" Said Tia, I knew her.

"That girl beat me up" she cries.

"No she did not" says a British accent. "They were fighting, and Angel hit her once, after taking hate from her."

How did she know my name, oh yeah, I'm a shaytard.

I smile slightly at her, I start to walk down the aisle to the front, then I turn around, "Don't you ever talk about my family like that again!" I scream

I go and sit next to the British girl. "Hey, thanks for that"

"No problem"

We became friends, she is in my house too :) Me and Ali became enemies, she is in my house too :(

"What's your name?" I ask

"Ciara"

"I'm Angel, but I'm pretty sure you know me, right"

She nods her head. You know, Ciara is really pretty.

She is wearing a white blouse, denim shorts. She had a flower headband too. This gave me the illusion that she liked Taylor Swift.

"Do you like Taylor Swift?" I questioned

"Uh YAH DUH" She shouted.

"Can you sing?"

She blushed a bit.

"Well, when I lived in England I won a singing competition for children called Teenstar."

"Cool!" I smile "hey do you wanna come to mine after school"

"Sure" She looked normal, but inside she will be going crazy, I swear I saw fireworks.

We slaved through school, doing the most humanly boring things ever.

We had to write a story and illustrate it, for a competition. Me and Ciara will most likely do it later, and by that I mean most probably give it to Avia or Emmi.

Me and Ciara walked through the door of my home,

"Wow this is massive" She exclaimed.

I took her up to my room, we watched YouTube, we're terrible. We ended up finishing the story.

This is mine.

The ghost.
The girl walked through the house, she was alone, she could have left with her family, but she didn't, she was so stupid. She walked up and down the stair numerous times, carefully, minding every step she took. Any slight noise would bother her. She decided to stay downstairs. She wrapped her blanket around her and sat on the sofa. She picked up the remote to turn the television on, it didn't work. She tried turning the lamp on beside her. It didn't flicker. She heard a creaking noise and she turned around, quickly. It was the door. Her family walked in, oh yes, she remembered now. Her family went next door to watch the television whilst the power was off.

Ciara's is way to long. But oh well. Ciara left and I went to bed watching dance moms on the sofa.

A/N: k this probably sucks sorry, I'm going to do smaller chapters from now on.