Bluebell's POV
I slowly open my eyes. Where is Cameron? He left... Why did he leave? I never got to say goodbye to him. Just like Emily.
"Bluebell! Time for breakfast!" Miss. Daisy yells.
I get up and put on some neon pink skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt and a white scarf. I slip on some flip-flops.
I walk down stairs.
"Good morning Bell how did you sleep?" Miss. Daisy says giving me a plate.
"Good. Thank you." I say.
I start to walk away.
"Where did Cameron go?" I ask.
"He was here for 5 hours dear. He needed to go home." Miss. Daisy says.
I nod.
I quickly eat my food and go back up to my room.
I pull my guitar out and start playing.
My days here are boring. Nobody comes to visit Cameron was the only person to visit.
5 weeks later...
Nash's POV
"Mom! Why do I need to share a room with Hayes?!" I shout as I carry my stuff to his room.
"Everyone! Family meeting!!" My mom shouts.
So this morning my mom told me and Hayes that we need to share a room. Hayes's room being bigger, I had to move into his.
I walk down stairs and sit at the table.
"Soo you all are probably wondering why those two need to share a room." Mom says.
Hayes, Sky, Will and I nod.
"I'm adopting a 15 year old girl." Mom says turning to wash the dishes.
"What?!" Will, Hayes and I shout.
"Yaayy! I've always wanted a sister to play horses with!" Sky screams running to her room.
"Mom! You have to be joking!" I say.
"I'm not! Go and move your stuff we are picking her up tomorrow." Mom says.
Hayes and I walk back upstairs.
"Well look at it this way, another person to film with. " Hayes says.
I nod.
We continue to move my stuff.
The next day...
"Nash! Wake up!" Sky says jumping on me.
"What do you want princess?" I say hugging her.
"Sister is coming today!" Sky says smiling.
"Let's get dressed then!" I say.
Sky jumps off my bed and runs to her room.
I get up and put on some basketball shorts and a cut off.
"Hayes get up." I say shoving a pillow in his face.
He groans.
"New sister is coming today!" I say loudly.
Hayes sits up.
"Were home!" Mom yells. We all run downstairs.
Standing next to my mom is a short blonde girl.
"Is she really 15?" Hayes whispers to me.
I shrug.
"Come say hello!" Mom says.
YOU ARE READING
Broken and Bruised
FanfictionMy name is Bluebell. My mother's favorite flower apparently. Sounds stupid. Well I'm 15 years old and I've lived in a orphanage my entire life. I have blue eyes and I'm a blondie. I'm short, like 4'10" short. Here is my story...
