Arabella's p.o.v
"Arabella Georgia Robinson. Age 13. Tell the viewers Arabella, what are you doing right now?" Harper asked me, talking into a hairbrush like it was a microphone.
"Well, right now, I'm annoyed and walking away!" I say into the hairbrush like it was a microphone with a fake bright smile, and then start to walk away into the room that me and Harper share.
"Well there you have it. Now back to Jimmy, in the studio!" Harper exclaims to nobody and then rushes after me.
"C'mon Air! Why won't you play along?"
Yeah, she just called me Air. It's the first part of my name, and people have told me I'm practically as light as air... And that's because of... Reasons. Yeah, let's go with that. Any-who, Harper is always pretending to be a news reporter. It's been her life long dream.
"Because, you are always doing it! It gets annoying after a while." I say.
"Hey, practice makes perfect!"
"Hey, nobody's perfect"
"You won't know until you try!"
"Never try, never fail."
"Well aren't you a little ray of sunshine today!"
I roll my eyes and continue up the stairs to the room.
When I reach the room, there's an envelope taped to the door. I quickly tear it open, to find a little poem on a slip of paper.
I suggest
You dress your best,
Tomorrow, you might get outta here!
Grace probably wrote it. She always is the first to know when some adopters are coming.
Personally, I don't care!
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Unexpected fame
FanfictionArabella was just normal... ish. In fact she was not normal at all. She had been abused by her parents. The police had found out about her parents the day she turned 13. Her parents where sent to jail and she was sent to an orphanage. One day, somet...
