Adopted By Jacksepticeye?

Chapter 1

Hi, I'm Ashley Chough, and I'm 14 years old. My dad always abused me, but my mom always took most of the hits. I was grateful for this, but it got to the point where my mom just could not take it, as she shot herself, and passed. My dad yells at me for some dumb reason, and he kicked me out the house when I was 7. Also, did I say we live in Dublin, Ireland? I'm not actually Irish, I moved here when I was 4. I was found running on the street by an Adoption Centre employee, so she brought me in the place and wrote a report for me.

Hi, I'm Ashley Chough. That was 3 years ago. I'm in a foster home now, and the woman's name is Martha McCain. She's my foster mom, and she lets me go out, because I'm old enough to, duh. I'm 17 now. "Hey can I borrow the car? I'm going to the market." She muttered, "sure whatever, but get dressed first." I glared at her. "B-but I am dressed.." I was wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt with sweats, a beanie, and a small scarf. "PUT on SOMETHING ELSE!" She yelled. "Alright, okay, I'm going."

I walked up the stairs and looked through my clothes. I found a new Jacksepticeye sweatshirt I bought last year. 'I wonder if this still fits..' i still watch YouTube, but not as much. The only perosn I still really watch would be Sean. He's been my idol since I was 15, which was 2 years ago. I put on the sweatshirt and boom! It still fit. I slipped on my jeans, and grabbed my bag, then slipped my sweats in it so I could change in the car. No way I was wearing jeans, I hated them.

I walked back downstairs. "CAN I go now?" She nodded. "Sure. Go ahead, get out of my life forever." I mumbled under my breath, and started tearing up. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door and into the car. I backed up as far as I could, and drove to the market very quickly. "WHY does she do this?! I never hurt her in any way!" I wanted to get adopted so bad. I don't care by who, but just soon. Or now.

I walked out the car and into the market. "Good afternoon!" The worker greeted me politely. "Good afternoon. Have a good day!" I smiled back, hiding my tears. I saw a man with green hair and a hoodie, 'who the hell has green hair in Ireland? Wait a second..' I tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me.. sir?" He turned around. Oh my Gosh. It was him. "Yes?" He obviously saw the jacket, because he put down his basket and pulled me in for a hug. "Guessing you're a fan right?" I giggled, "I am! I've wanted to meet you for 2 years!" He pulled away from the hug, and I felt cold.

We walked out with our groceries. "Tell me about yourself! Besides you're a fan, I know that part." He chuckled. "Let's go to the plaza, we can talk there." I said. We walked to the plaza because it wasn't that far.

We got to the plaza and he said "tell me about you! I wanna know all about ya!" I sighed and I started sobbing. "W-well.. my dad used to abuse me.. and I live with my foster mom.. I'm still waiting to be adopted.." I basically told him my life story over the next hour and a half. We laughed, we cried, and he sighed and wiped his eyes. "Oh Ashley, I wish I could adopt you. But my apartment is way too small, plus I have Signe with me."

I sighed, and wiped away my tears. "It's alright Jack.. I'll just stay with my foster mom.." He looked at me directly, and said, "look, give me your number, and I'll call you when we have enough money for a 3 bedroom apartment. I want to adopt you, I know I do YouTube and everything, but I still have bills." I teared up again. "Jack, I don't have a phone. My foster mom only has a laptop, and that's how I watch you."

(SIGNE IS A VERY KIND LADY, BUT THIS IS ONLY FOR PLOT)

"Gimme your email." I gave him my email, and we talked for a while after that.
"Yea, Signe has been kinda rude to me lately. I don't know why, but she did this." He pulled up his arm, and pointed to his under arm. He had a bruise almost all the way up his arm. "Oh my gosh! Sean, what happened?!" He sighed. "Signe happened. We got into a fight, and she kept hitting me, especially on my arms."

I almost cried, now knowing why he always wears long sleeve shirts. I have a different reason for that. "Jack this isn't a healthy relationship, kick her out or something! Break up with her! Anything but this." He sighed, and said "You know, you're right. This isn't good, I should break up with her."
"Good for you Jackaboy!.. I did not mean to call you that.." He chuckled, "it's alright, all my fans call me that. Hehe, but seriously, I'll email you."
We both walked out of the plaza, and I went in my car and got home.

Was that good? Hope so!
Love, Ashleigh❤☁❤☁❤