New Home (An adopted by Pierce the Veil fanfic)

Chapter 1

Dj Pov
I am breathing heavy breathing heavy from the run I just took, and all the girls in the common room in the Center are staring at me like I grew a second head or something. I mean if someone per says to grow a second head I think then it may be understandable to stare a little, but I for the fact haven't grown another head.
"Dj" My head counselor shouts at me. I look over to her and snort. She is wearing a purple jumpsuit with her dyed icy blue hair and dull brown eyes. Not to talk about the bright red nail polish, red lipstick, and caked on makeup that happens to be green that just makes me want to gag. As I walked over I got a sickly feeling in my stomach.
"Everyone listen up!" She practically screeches. I had to hold my ears standing beside her. Still in the same tone and volume. "We are having to have visitors coming tomorrow to take one of your home with them!" I had to smile because I know that I will not get the pick I never do. I looked at her with a question on my face to see if she is done and she nods that I can leave. After a long shower I crawl into bed and fall to sleep, but as always my dream begins...
I look around and see Mama (Mom), Tata (Dad), Tasa Marina (Aunt Marina), and Nene Petru ( Uncle Petru) along with my cousins laughing at some joke or something. Soon they turn to me and I see them in their last moments. Bloody, broken, and dead. Mama turns to me and says, "You left us to die, you aren't my daughter! You are an imposter!" By the end of the sentence, she is screaming at me. Tata (means father in Romanian) turns to me and looks the same as Mama but sadder. He no longer looks or acts like the man I loved, that raised me, and taught me practically everything I know. "You are a failure, worthless, you should be the dead one!" He says and a scratchy voice that is not his. My family then lunges at me to scratch, tear or mark any part of me that they can reach.
I wake up panting covered head to toe in sweat. Time for another shower.
Next Day
When I wake up I know I have to smile. I have to for them. I know that they would want me to live on. They may haunt me in my dreams, but I remember them for who they really were. I know in my heart that's not them. They are at peace because they never would hurt me like that.
I get up and quickly pick out a black pair of skinny jeans, a red tank top with black skulls on it. I get my black combat boots and put them on before I brush my red and black hair (in the pic above). I go to my little box of bows and brackets and pick out a couple red and black bracelets of course. If you haven't guessed my favorite colors is red and black. Mama always called me her little red crow or Little cioară neagră because I always loved black and red and when we were on trapeze she always said I flew like a bird and I was in black and red. Hence the name little red crow. I pull myself back to the present and finish styling my hair in a basic way. I put a skull bow in my hair and swooped my bangs to one side. I then head down to breakfast that feeling from last night still there. Something was going to happen.
As soon as I get to cafeteria the name calling starts "dirty little gypsy", "little emo faggot", "short creep", "ugly little piece of trash" the list goes on. The names get less and less creative the farther I get in the cafeteria. Yes, pancakes for breakfast! I wish they were blue like Tasa Marina (Aunt Marina in Romanian). I love the the blue food I miss it so much! The head of the Center soon yells "I want to welcome our new visitors, 4 men named Victor Fuentes, Mike Fuentes, Jamie Preciado, and Tony Perry. You will be on your best behavior or else!" I look at her and see that ugly look in her eye that means if someone acts out they are getting a beating. I sighed this was not going to be good.
All the girls that were sluts would most and likely throw themselves at the poor unknowing men and beg, flirt, and cry themselves into their hearts. If that didn't work they would be well, sluts. After the big act, they would get adopted. Most of the time they come back.
If one of them didn't get adopted then one of the Jocks would. They do just about the same things as the popular girls do. Then after them is the high kids. Sometimes they get adopted, but only by people as high as the sky. They adopters bring them back most of the time because they either run out of weed, get killed, die, or get tired of sharing their supply of weed. Boom they are back.
The outsiders and troublemakers are last. I guess that's what I am. We are the people that no one can stand or are weird, nerdy or trouble. I hide the trouble I cause well, but I still stand out because of how I act and dress.
I heard the girls and some boys fangirling and fanboying over the new adopters. They must be either good looking or famous. I heard one girl shout "it sleeping with sirens!" And one of the boys beside me snorts and smirk. I decided to take a nap.
When I woke up I asked the girl beside me who was a little nerdy but alright named Grace what was going on. "They didn't like the sluts or the jocks" I smiled a little at least a good person had a chance to get a home...
Soon Grace gets called in and I look around to see I am the last one there. I gulp this was not good not good at all. If they don't pick Grace we all get a beating. I know they could pick me, but I highly doubt they will. Why would they?