Mackenzie's Point of view Today Ms. Neg called all the orphans to clean up the house. Today is probably adoption day. I'm not going to be adopted, everyone goes for the babies or little kids. Ms. Neg hates me, she has ever since I came here, I end up doing most of the work around here.
Ms. Neg and her posse of wannabes don't help at all. Crystal, Mecca, Hayley, and Everlie get whatever they want, I get nothing. *An hour later*
The house is spotless and the visitors are here there's an middle age couple, that walked right past me, somebody's grandma, and two guys, maybe in their twenties.
Oh no, the two guys are headed my way. Hopefully they just want directions to the bathroom or something.
"Hi! I'm Logan" the taller guy says "And this is my brother Jake" The guy behind him waves at me.
"What's your name?" This so called "Logan" guy asked me.
"My name is Mackenzie" I say quietly. "Oh, okay Mackenzie" Then Logan and Jake left to talk to Ms. Neg, while I went upstairs to my so called room.
To be honest, it's just a boxy space with a air mattress and a few old raggedy articles to clothing.
I went into my special drawer and picked up my blade, gliding against my wrist and forearm, for my parents, simply being ugly, for Ms. Neg and finally for the popular kids. After that, I went to the bathroom to clean up all the blood and changed into a hoodie.
As soon as I finished.I was called by Ms.Neg "Kenzie, I have a surprise for you!" Her voice has a sickly sweet tone to it...
We all know that she's faking, it's that obvious.
But I still ran down the stairs and into the run down lobby.
"Mr. Paul decided to adopt you Kenzie, isn't that great?"
"Yeah, amazing. Wonderful really." I say with sarcasm dripping in each word I speak.
"Go upstairs, and start packing up, I'll be there in a few minutes to talk to you one final time."
Oh no, she's gonna do the same thing she does every single time I'm about to get a small sliver of freedom.
A few moments later, Ms.Neg shows up and hits me, I fall to the ground, causing a loud thud.
I hear footsteps run up the stairs, obviously here to see what happened.
"What happened, are you okay Mack?" Logan walks in with a concerned look on his face.
"I'm fine Mr. Paul" I spoke shyly while covering my bruised cheek.
"No you're not" Jake says, "Your cheek is bruised" he points at my face, and I try to hide it, but he nudged my hands away.
"Wait WHAT?" Logan says and looks over at my cheek. "How did this happen?"
I look behind them and Ms. Neg is threatening me over their broad shoulders. So I lied...
"My suitcase fell on top of me" it's definitely not the worst lie I've told.
"Oh okay, as long as you are fine" Logan calms down, and picks up my suitcase so we can finally get out of this hell hole.
I'm probably going to end up right back here by next week...
*20 minutes later*
After the ride to Logan's house, I got a tour of the apartment, met the pets Kong and Maverick, and "Uncle" Jake left to go to "The team 10 house" whatever that is.
I really want to go to sleep, it's been a long day. A yawn accidentally slips, but before I can even play it off, Logan starts to look at me.
"You tired Mack?" He has glasses on, and looks kind of dorky, but in a cool way I guess.
"Yea, kinda" I rub my arm, trying to keep myself awake.
"Okay then, you can go to sleep, love you" He just leaves me be, but... loves me? What?
"Love you too Logan, good night" I decide to just go with it for the sake of, and walk off to the room he provided for me.
"Wait! Mackenzie, tomorrow we are going to meet some friends and family." His voice makes me stop halfway, so I decide to nod, eager to sleep.
"Okay, good night Logan" I walk into the room, lay on the fluffy white quilted bed, and fall asleep.
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Hello, I originally wrote this book a few years ago, and I also pay no attention to the Paul family or franchise, but I decided to rewrite this book, simply because my writing style has changed so much in the past couple of years.
I'm not changing the plot, just the writing itself.
As I was looking back at this book, and comparing it to my recent work, I found this style of writing to be really cringe, simply because I had no idea what I was doing back then. Hence the reconstruction.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the new version of ABLP.
