Adopted by Hayley Williams (On Hold)

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Hi. I'm Julianna, I'm an orphan, an outcast, an oddball, an emo, or scene if that's what you want to call me, anyway let's get into this, this is a story, a story of how I got adopted, by someone you may have heard of. If not, don't stress, you'll know many things about said person by the time your finished with this book. Ready? Okay, let's get into it.
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I hear the faint sound of a high pitched ringing and jump slightly as I hear the sound start to get louder as I wake up. I jump up, pressing the off button on my obnoxious alarm clock. I move my self to the edge of the rock hard bed and put my feet on the cold ground.

Being the youngest in the orphanage; 12, if you were wondering, I did not have to wake up with the sound of girls rushing around trying to finish putting on their lip gloss or say bye to their boyfriend on the phone. Nope, I had my own room.

See, I'm not sure how the system exactly works, but just last year I got out of an orphanage meant for younger children, its just down the street from where I am. Long story short, I'm here, in this small, old, orphanage. I get up and rub my eyes.

I walk around my small, walk-in-closet-like room, and walk into the old, dirty bathroom. I take a shower and wash my hair, I get out and get dressed in a red flannel, black ripped skinny jeans, and combat boots. I brush my hair, and teeth, and put on some eyeliner. Then, I walk down the creaky steps, walking straight to the dining room. I walk around, seeing girls in dresses and trying not to mess up their lipstick as they eat. I then remember something.

Its open house today. I think. Shit. I sigh and go into the kitchen and grab some water. I hear over the intercom, Mr. Montgomery, the man who runs this place, in everyone's ear. "Everybody be prepared, you have 5 minutes until open house, be on your best behavior, and be sure to wear a dress... Julianna." The girls laughed. Fuck off. I thought.

Time skip brought to you by Mikey Ways before and after pictures.

I head down to the main room, where open house was every Monday, a man stepped in first, he had a suit and tie on,  Brendon Urie hair, and a jawline, almost, not quite, but almost as sharp as Mikey Ways. He smiled and interviewed one swooning girl after the other, he was about to pick a girl, when he noticed me in the corner listening to my music. He motioned for me to go over to him.

I groaned and went over to him, I took out my head phones.

"I have a few questions for you if you don't mind." He smiles. I give a fake smile back and nod. "So, why aren't you wearing a dress, are you not a girly girl?" He questions. I keep my head down. "I don't believe in the term girly girl, there's feminine and masculine." I say. He looks at me surprised. "So, do you want to be adopted?" He asks, I look at him. "Meh, depends on the person, what kind of music do you listen to?" I ask. "Country?" He looks at me confused. "Nope." I say a little sarcastically. Stupid anger issues.

He looks at me and frowns. He gets up and walks out. Damn it! Why do I have to be so goddamn mean! I'm so stupid! I think, your stupid, shut up, you shouldn't speak. You don't deserve to be adopted. The voices are back. Not again, not now.

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Hi, I know it was short and shitty, but if you liked it, don't forget to comment and vote! Bye my parawhores, killjoys, and fall out skater bois!