Adopted by R5 - My story

Chapter 1- I'm Hailie

Hello, my name is Hailie and I'm italian. I know, mine is not a typical italian name but my mom worshipped Eminem so much she gave me his daughter's name. I'm 15 years old and currently live in an orphanage in LA. It's my third year here and I can't tell I enjoy myself. It is known that I'm too old to be adopted, but I'm turning 16 in a few months so I will be free soon. Alone, but free.
What can I tell about me? I'm short, blue eyes, brown long hair. I love music and I can play guitar and piano.
I like a huge number of bands and singers, I know a lot of songs by heart. I guess I'm just a regular teenager.

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Today was adoption day, aka sit in my room and talk to strangers day. I didn't even bother to look good anymore... i sat on my bed and put my hair up in a messy bun and started playing a random song on my guitar.
I heard a knock on my door and lazily responded with a grumpy "come in!"
I saw R5, one of my favourite bands, coming in but I stayed calm, I'm not one of those hyper fangirls. And they weren't going to pick me for sure, so why making up wrong conclusions...
They all sat in a circle as I put away my guitar.
"Hi, I'm Ross and they are my siblings Rydel, Rocky, Riker and Ryland" Ross started.
"I know who you are" I giggled
"Oh, you didn't fangirl though" Riker raised his eyebrows
"Yeah, I think that'd make both embarrassed" I shrugged.
"I'm sorry, you are...?" Rocky said.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. I'm Hailie, I'm 15 and I love music." I said in a monotone, used to the same sentence from 3 years of meetings like this.
"I saw you play guitar, that's really cool." Rydel said. She was beautiful, why can't I be like her?
In that moment Mrs. Peters, the master's wife, came in and made R5 quickly go away, saying time was over.
That bitch always ended up fucking my adoption up every time. She hated me and I hated her.