Destinys Child (Miley Cyrus Fanfiction)

Chapter 1- Adopted

Miley: I paced around the front garden of my parents house with a cigarette between two fingers. I took another puff and let the smoke sit in my mouth for a moment before breathing out. "Destiny Cyrus!" I cringed at my birth name and turned around, plastering on a fake smile. "What's up Momma?" I greeted her hiding the fact that I was actually pissed off.

She snatched the cigarette away and threw it to the ground. "So this is the important call you had to make?" She asked raising her eyebrow. "Mom I'm 22 years old. I hate to break it to you but this is my choice along with everything else I do!" I spat angrily. "Show some responsibility and maybe I won't have to tell you what to do" she argued. I shook my head in disbelief and climbed in to my car, slamming the door shut. Now that I'm alone..... I pulled out another cigarette and lit it.

On the way home I listened to some Britney Spears. She was one of my musical inspirations and I was featuring her in my upcoming album. I stopped at a red light and a large, old building caught my attention.

"Sunny Scarlett's Orphanage"

I frowned and made a turn, parking outside of the crumbling mess. Luckily there was no paparazzi around or I'd be bombed for doing this.
"Hello Ms Cyrus how may I help you?" An older woman asked me with a big smile. I was surprised by her calmness.
"Um hi I'd like to adopt a child" I said confidently returning the smile. "Do you have a preference for the child's age or gender?" I shook my head no and she handed me a book with all the orphans in it.

Bailee: I walked into the bathroom, my black Louie Vuittons clicking loudly on the floor. I started reapplying my Chanel lip gloss and grinned in the mirror before walking out. A group of people I barely knew called me over and we started chatting. You would think that the fact I lived in an orphanage would automatically mean I had the worse end of things. Food, clothes, health, etc. You'd be wrong. Dead wrong.

The only ordinary thing about my situation was that I didn't know my family, well all except for my mother, Pheobe. I was placed in this orphanage as a baby because she was a top end makeup artist. She works mostly for famous people and never wanted children. Basically I was just an accident. She put me in this place when I was 6 weeks old. As a matter of fact, my Father doesn't even know I exist because Pheobe was too scared of losing him.

How do I know all of this? Well, my mother felt bad for me. She visits me once a year and provides the money for all my necessities and other things I might want like the shoes and lip gloss. This made me popular but I wasn't a bitch like the other privileged kids because I never asked for it. I appreciate it all but these sorts of things come at a price. My price? Everytime I'm even close to getting adopted. The adoptees see me as mean, spoiled etc because of the things I've been given. It's rare for someone to see past it all and get to know the real me.

"Bailee?" I excused myself from the conversation and approached Ms Walters, the receptionist. "Yes?" I asked politely. "Ms Cyrus has decided to adopt you".
I looked to the left and saw Miley fucking Cyrus standing there! I opened my month to say something but fell over before I got the chance.

Author's Note

(The photo is of Bailee)

I was looking for a Miley Cyrus fan fiction and noticed there aren't many of them. So I decided to write my own, I hope you like it. :)

Just a little background information on this book.

Miley Cyrus is 22 years old.

The year is 2014
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The timing of events may not aline with when it really happened. A lot of this book is purely made up! Please feel free to ask me if you have any questions.

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