Chapter Three

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BMTH,OMAM, and the rest of MIW walked in.

"Who's the shorty?" Alan from OMAM asks.

"I'M NOT SHORT! I'M FUN SIZED!" I say. Everyone laughs.

"Anyways who is she?" Balz asks.

"I, my friend, am Ivory." I say. 

"My adopted daughter." Chris adds. Everyone looks at him as if he gone mad. I heard words ranging from 'awesome' to 'dumb fuck'.

"How did you adopt a girl, Chris?" Balz asks.

"I went on a walk, and when I was walking past the orphanage I heard her blasting MIW," He says.

"So. Tell me again. How do you go on a walk and come back with a girl?!?" Everyone asks. I guess they don't like me. Great. I now officially have no friends, and nobody likes me. Not even my fucking hero's.

"Guys, calm down. She's nice and badass!" Chris says. I laugh.

"No, Chris. I'm the bitch that most people hate." I correct.

"And she's badass!" Chris says. I roll my eyes. Balz glares at me.

"So, as I can see i'm not welcome, so I will be going into my room and get my stuff ready for the orphanage." I say, walking out.

"Ivory?" I hear Chris yell.

"Me no inglish." I say, closing the door. I sit on the bed, in the room that Chris let me stay in. I put my ear on the door and listen to their conversation.

"Guys, just let her stay. I know its a little uncalled for-""A little?!? What happens when its tour?!" Balz yells. Geez. Someone doesn't like me.

"Josh, calm down. And Chris, how did she end up in the orphanage?"  I think Ricky yells.

"She doesn't know her parents. They were teenagers. But she said they were eighteen, and I think I know who her mom is. . ." Chris says. Wait-what? 

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