Adopted (Book 1) *EDITING*

Chapter 12: Old "Friends"

NEXT DAY
I felt the bright sun shine against my eyelids. I groan and open them letting the sun sting them. My windows curtain was slightly open causing me to be blind. I groaned again and swung my feet over the edge of my bunk. I then stepped over the dirty clothes pile and I to the kitchen/sitting area. It was surprisingly quiet. There sat Kenny and Dallon. Where's Brendon? I walk over and sat next to Kenny, resting my head on his shoulder while looking down at his laptop. He was messaging his wife.

Dallon sighed at looked over at me. "We have a problem kid." I nervously stare back.

"Good morning to you too." I said sassily. He smiles before nervously returning back to his nervous look.

"Today Brendon was supposed to go into a school and talk to them about bullying and other teenager problems." I nod. "Well Brendon's not really feeling the well and he wants to sit this one out." I nod and sit up.

"And what's the problem?" I said.

"This is gonna sound so stupid but this is what he said-." Kenny cut him off.

Using a deep voice, Kenny said. "Nope I want a Urie. Not a Weekes or a Harris." I slouched on the chair.

"I guess I could go in." I then remembered something. What if it was my old school. "What school is is?"

"Oakland High School." Kenny says. Shit. That's my old school. I put my hands over my face and groan. Dallon giggled. "What?" Kenny says.

"That's my old school." I said through my hands. Kenny laughs and says "oh shit!" I groan again.

Dallon puts an arm around my shoulders and says "come on kid, you have to face them one day." I groan and nod. "You should probably get dressed, it's almost 10:30. We have to be there by 11." I sigh and get up. Dallon stops me. "Oh and they gave us this stuff." He help a orange sweatshirt and a script that was labeled "anti bullying speech for Brendon Urie." There is no way I'm wearing that sweatshirt. "They said you have to wear this and go by the script." He said.

I giggle and say "oh hell no I won't." I take the stuff and walk over to my bunk and grab a Pierce The Veil shirt and red skinny jeans. I can wear whatever the hell I want and I can say what ever I want. After changing, I hop down and walk over to Brendon's bunk. I pull back the curtain and there layed Brendon on his phone. "You little liar!" I say. He looks at me.

"Do you really want me to be sick for the show tonight?" Before I could say anything he replied for me. "Didn't think so." He sits up in his bunk and stretches. "Blah" he says holding his stomach "I over heard you guys talking. Sorry I couldn't go the your old school and talk."

I sigh. "It's fine. I'm just a little nervous of what they'll think of me. I wasn't really well liked." He smiles and ruffles my hair.

"Sugar you'll be fine. Plus Dallon will be offstage watching." He said smiling at me. I lean up and hug him.

I then move away. "Ew don't get me sick you sicko." He giggles and pulls away. I walk to the small bathroom and grab my hair brush. After brushing my hair I put on my eyeliner and mascara and walk over to my bunk. I grab the 'script' and my leather jacket. I walked out to Dallon who was tying up his shoes. I grabbed my combat boots and zip them on.

Dallon walks over and pats me on the shoulder. "Ready to go?" I smile and nod nervously. I grab my phone and aw walk out the door and into a black van driven my Zack. I nervously look down at my phone that's screen was lit up. Dallon tweeted something. I clicked on it and the tweet pops up.

"Heading to Oakland high school in Seattle with this awesome kid." There was then a picture of me looking down at my phone. I smile and punch Dallon in the shoulder. "Ahhhh I'm probably dying now ahhh." He says grabbing his shoulder I giggle and sit back in my seat. I'm extremely nervous.

About 5 minutes we pulled into the familiar parking lot. The parking lot of the place I once called hell. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. We both start to walk to the entrance. Suddenly a booming voice stopped us. I know that voice, principal Brown...

"Sydney! My office now! First of all, it's been a month since you've showed up for school. Second, you are bothering this poor man, he is a special guest!" He then looked at Dallon and said "I said I wanted a Urie, not a Weekes." Dallon looked at him with a piercing stare.

"First of all, I did bring a Urie. Second of all, don't speak to her like that." Dallon says stepping forward a little.

Clearly ignoring half of what Dallon said, principal Brown continued. "Where's the Urie." Dallon looked at him and smirked.

"Your looking at her." I said crossing my arms. His face turned red. He then looked down at my shirt.

"Your not wearing the sweatshirt your support to be wearing." He said pushing his thick glasses up.

"I can wear what I want." I say with a smirk and a hand on my hip. His face got redder and redder. We are interrupted by the bell ringing.

"Whatever, follow me." We followed him into a small room inside the gym. "Put this on." He shoved a clip on mic at me. I clipped it on the neck of my shirt. I grabbed my so called 'script' and looked out the small window of the door and into the theater room which was now filled with most of the school. I can just hear the judgment now. I look over to Dallon who was smiling.

I walked over and hugged him. "You know? A month ago, I would have never thought that I would be living with my favorite singer and touring with my favorite band. You and Kenny are like big brothers to me." I say into his chest. He smiles down at me.

"I'll always be there for you, kid." I smile and pull away. The president sighed with impatience and stepped forward.

"Get ready." He said and barged passed us, out onto the stage. "Hello students. Today, we have a special guest with us today. She is taking a break from her bands tour to come and talk to you guys about a big issue at this school." The school started to clap. They probably thought they were going to bring out Katy Perry or Iggy Azalea to say something like "Yo don't bully, buy my new album." That's not what I'm going to going to say. "Please give a big round of applause for our special guest." He said unenthusiastically and everyone started clapping and cheering. I picked up the script and headed for the door.

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