Adopted by Cole sprouse | fanfic

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Hello! I'm Eva and have forever been in a care home up for adoption. I am 14years old. As you can tell I'm getting much older and just need to get out of this place. Of course this care home has been my home for life but 24/7 I see people come in then leave, come in then leave. It's not your average family that I've always dreamt of having.

Yesterday 3 new girls came in, all my age. I loved being the oldest girl in here but now they've came and ruined it. They look at me like everyone else that thinks I'm nothing and unwanted but to be fair, I could look at them the same way. Maybe I'll get along with them better, it may just take some time! Not that time matters, I have all the time in the world in here, I doubt I'll ever get adopted they always go for the young children.
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I woke up from a deep sleep to the sound of someone else's alarm clock going off. Trying to adjust my eyes, I turned my phone on and it read the time of 7:30. It's Saturday morning! What is wrong with some people ! My head collapsed back onto my pillow where I slowly started drifting off again.

Eventually, kye stormed into my room and made me get up as he wanted me to make us pancakes for breakfast. Kye is more less my best friend in here, even though he's only 7. I love him to pieces and I don't know what I'll do with myself the day he gets adopted (which will definitely happen).

"Evaaaaaaa! Stop being so lazy and taking so long ... I want some special pancake," Kye screeched in my ear, pulling my arms to make me get up. "Fine, Fine! I'll be down in a sec. Lemmi just get changed first," I answered , with a tired smile on my face.

In the end I decided to go for my baggy gray adidas jumper and leggings as I wanted to look nice but also be really comfy!

As I went down stairs Dan was sitting with kye which I'm guessing also wanted pancakes as well. " Morning Eva !!! I've heard you making your holy pancakes so make me some yeah?" Dan says to me. I huff and slightly roll my eyes whilst giving him a little grin. "Sure but you do realise you are the 15 year old and should be the most responsible , so technically me and kye should be the ones begging you to make them!" I replied.
"Well, if you want some burnt milky egg I'd be happy to make it for you..." Dan offers, holding up his thumbs. I just laughed and got started with it.

Cooking is one of my favourite things to do however mainly when I'm stressed. The thing about being in a care home tho is that we can't do whatever we want, whenever we want, so there's only specific times and days I can bake or cook (which is really annoying, but I guess I know no different).