The Lost Child

7

"This is all for my daughter so please remember to trend #FindDinahsDaughter so I can find my baby girl. With that said, Los Angeles! ARE YOU READY?!?!?!" Dinah screamed into the mic at the start of their first concert on their reunion tour.

She was answered with the loudest of screams.

"Well ok then, LET'S GET STARTED!" Dinah said as she took her place on stage to sing Worth It.

During the concert fans were ecstatic. It was weird to see their fans so many years later. They were older, so in turn their fans were older. They were used to performing in front of teenagers and young adults, but that day they had performed in front of middle aged women who, instead of being accompanied by their parents, were accompanied by their daughters. Only about a 4th of the audience was actually teenagers. It wasn't bad, it was just weird... Had that much time passed? Either way their Harmonizers were still hype as fuck! They may be in their 30's and 40's but they could still scream, dance, and fan girl as hard as they did in their prime. (A/N goals for future me) But there were a few teens there who there because they truly loved Fifth Harmony

...

The door to their room opened cautiously not wanting to wake the baby.

"Y/N, that was the best thing to ever happen to me!" Laura said as she jumped into bed.

Y/N chuckled quietly, "I take it the concert was good?"

"Good? No. IT WAS FANFUCKINGTASTIC is what it was! Lauren was all like boom! And Camila was all like bang! Dinah was like bam! And Normani said some Whatcha! Ally was like pow! THEY WERE BEAUTIFUL! It was everything I hoped for and more!I swear Lauren winked at me. They might be old but they still got it!" Laura fan girled.

Y/N smiled, "Glad you had fun."

"Me too, lets hope your first day at DJ's MT's goes well tomorrow," Laura said as she tucked herself in for bed.

"Me too," Y/N said as she shut her eyes for sleep.

...

The next morning Y/N got ready for school. But she wasn't excited for school, she was excited for where she got to go after school. She opened the doors into her new school that the orphanage enrolled all their teens at. Laura wasn't there because she had already told her teachers she'd be gone for personal reasons. She was immediately met with the hustle and bustle of this high school. She wasn't accustomed to this type of school. Back in Portland she attended a ver small high school. They only had 200 students. At this school 200 students seemed to already occupy the hallway! She pushed her way through students to get to the front office. There the receptionist, whose name tag said Cathy Brown, greeted her without looking up from her computer and monotoned, "Hello welcome to Los Angeles High. If you're looking for an administrator you may go down the hallway and wait in one of the chairs. If you've lost something, the Lost & Found is to the right of the door you entered in. If you're looking for extracurricular activity enrollment, you may see Coach Wilson. His office is down the hall. If you're new and looking for your schedule, you'll find it in the folder on top of the file cabnets to my right. They are ordered alphabetically. If you have any other business please wait here and I'll get the principal. Have a good day."

Y/N turned to the file cabinets, and searched for her last name. She found her schedule and walked out of the office. Her first class was AP U.S History. It was room 175 upstairs which was upstairs. She noticed most of the students were out of the halls. "Shit," Y/N cursed to herself. She rushed to her class and walked in.

Everybody's eyes turned to her. She swallowed down her uneasiness.

"You must be the new student. Welcome to class. I'm Mrs. Valkerie. You may take a seat," said Mrs. Valkerie

Y/N gave a faint smile as she nodded and headed for the only open seat up front. Class went by fast. On her way out she bumped into somebody and they both dropped their things. She looked up at the person she bumped and he looked extremely handsome. Styled jet black hair, dark brown eyes, muscular build, chiseled jaw and his eye brows were something that were not possible naturally. They had to have been done professionally.

"I'm so sorry," Y/N said as she picked up her things.

"God, watch where you're going klutz," The boy said as he snatched his things.

Y/N was mesmerized, she didn't even care that he insulted her, "Wow," Y/N said dreamily.

She was shaken out of her daze when she heard a laugh from behind her. She spun around on her heels.

"Looks like someone is crushing on their first day," somebody unfamiliar said.

"Uh thanks. I'm Y/N," Y/N said as she took her things from the boy.

She took in this boys appearance. His hair was a dark brown. It wasn't styled. It was a cute brushed out, bed head look. His eyes were a deep green.

"I'm Matthew. Nice to meet you. I'm friends with Laura, she told me you'd be coming today," Matthew said giving a welcoming smile.

"She did?" Y/N questioned as she walked out of the room with the boy. "Yeah, she texted me yesterday," Matthew said as he showed her the text on his phone.

"Cool, I guess, hey do you know where," Y/N began as she pulled out her schedule, "Room 143 is?"

"Yeah, that's A.P Psychology with Mr. Smith. I'm actually heading there now. Come on," Matthew said heading down the hallway. Y/N followed close behind. They entered Mr. Smith's room and sat down in two seats by the window. Most of the class was group work so Matthew and Y/N got a chance to get better acquainted with eachother. The rest of the day went by pretty fast, before she knew it, it was time for Y/N to go to DJ's MT's for her first vocal and piano lessons. She took an Uber to the location and stepped out into the middle of Downtown Los Angeles and looked up at the tall building she was about to enter. The building where many got their start. She breathed out a big sigh as she told herself, "Everything's gonna be alright." She then opened the door and was met with quite an elegant sight. Chairs surrounded a fireplace as a few desks lined the walls. A man walked out with a smile on his face, "You must be Y/N. Nice to meet you. I'm Mr. Robinson, I'll be your mentor here," he said as he shook her hand.

A/N: And this is where I stopped writing this story. Again, to reiterate, this is not an ongoing story, I just posted an old idea for fun. SO I will bot be continuing to write this.