Destiny's Child: Miley Cyrus Adopted Me

Meeting Destiny

Miley's POV

I paced around the front garden of my parents house with a cigarette between two fingers. I took another puff and let the smoke sit in my mouth for a moment before breathing out.
"Destiny Cyrus!" I cringed at my birth name and turned around, plastering on a fake smile.
"What's up Momma?" I greeted with a forced chuckle.

She snatched the cigarette away and threw it to the ground.
"So this is the important call you had to make?" She asked raising her eyebrow.
"Mom im 22 years old. I hate to break it to you but this is my choice along with everything else" I spat angrily.
"Show some responsibility and maybe i won't have to tell you what  ro do" she argued.
I shook my head in disbelief and climbed in to my car, slamming the door shut. Now that I'm alone..... I pulled out another cigarette and lit it.

On the way home I listened to some Britney Spears. She was one of my musical inspirations of course. I stopped at a red light and a large, old building caught my attention.

"Sunny Scarlett's Orphanage"

I frowned and made a turn, parking outside of the crumbling mess. Luckily there was no paparazzi around or I'd be bombed for doing this.
"Hello Ms Cyrus how may i help you?" An older woman asked with a big smile. I was surprised at her calmness.
"Um hi I'd like to adopt a child" I explained, returning the smile.
"Do you have a preference for the child's age?". I shook my head no and she handed me a book with all the orphans in it.

Katia's POV

I walked into the bathroom, my black Louie Vuittons clucking loudly on the floor. I started reapplying my designer lip gloss and grinned in the mirror before walking out. A group of people I barely knew called me over and we started chatting. You would think that the fact I lived in an orphanage would automatically mean I had the worse end of things. Food, clothes, health, etc. You'd be wrong. Dead wrong.

The only ordinary thing about my situation was that I didn't know my family, well all except for my mother, Pheobe. I was placed in this orphanage as a baby because she was a top end makeup artist. She works mostly for famous people and was ashamed to call me her daughter. She and my father, Edward never wanted to have  children. As a matter of fact, my father doesn't even know I exist because Pheobe was too scared of losing him.

How do I know all of this? Well, my mother isn't a completely bad parent. She visits me once a month and provides the money for all my necessities and other things i might want such as the shoes and lip gloss. This for whatever reason makes me popular but I'm not a bitch like the others because I never asked foe it. I appreciate it all but these sorts of things come at a price. My price? Everytime I'm even close to getting adopted. The adoptees see me as mean, spoiled etc because of the things I've been given. It's rare for someone to see past it all and get to know the real me.

"Katia?" I excused myself from the conversation and approached Ms Walters, the receptionist.
"Yes?" I asked politely.
"Ms Cyrus has decided to adopt you".
I looked to the left and saw Miley fucking Cyrus standing there! I opened my month to say something but fainted.

Author's Note

(The photo is of Katia)

I was looking for a Miley Cyrus fan fiction today a nd noticed there aren't many of them. So I decided to write myown, I hope you like it. :)

Just a little background information on this book.

Miley Cyrus is 22 years old.

The year is 2014
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The timing of events may not aline with when it really happened. A lot of thus book is purely made up! Please feel free to ask me if yoy have any questions.

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