[Tiffany's POV]
I woke up on the floor in the kitchen, all the remembers flooded back from last night. I looked at the burn marks, the newer one. I got up and went to my room. I looked at the time and it's 10 A.M. I changed into some black skinny jeans that are splattered in neon green paint, my black veil brides saggy tank top, and my neon green hightops. I also put a black jacket that had BVB members on the back. I then packed my bags. I grabbed my iPod and listens to mortician daughter.
I went to the living room with my bag and waited. I took a nap while I did. I then felt someone shake my arm, "Tiffany?" I squinted my eyes, there was a woman with her hair up. She had bright blue eyes. I sat up slowly, "Yes?" She smiled, "We are adopting you." I smiled a little, "Really?!" She nodded, "Yes." I got up, grabbed my bag, "Ok, can we go now?" A man came up, "Someone is ready" I giggled. Penelope came in, "Thanks for adopting this fag." I looked back at her and instantly got pissed. A boy ran up, "Yea. This emo fag never belonged here." I walked out.
I waited for the man and woman who were now going to be my mo and dad. I was excited. They finally came out and we walked to there car. "Toffany, we just want you to know that we don't care what you... But, we do care if you have sex and get pregnant, so don't do that." I nodded, "I won't." She spoke up, "My name is Jessica, and my husband is Frank."
Frank smiled, "Hi, nice to meet you." I smiled, "Nice to meet you too." We got to there car an I put my bag in the turn and got in the back seat. My new family seems so nice. Right?
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Whos Sibling (BVB fanfic)
FanfictionTiffany Stoke is a emo kid. She has lived at a foster home when she was around 7... Doesn't remember her childhood, anorexic, doesn't have any friends, and she use to get abused by everyone at the foster home until she got adopted by a family who do...
