Reunited (Ray Diaz Fanfiction)

Adoption

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Michael's POV

Mr Smith woke us all up by yelling.

"GET UP YOU RATS, TODAY IS ADOPTION DAY!" He screams.

You're probably wondering who I am. Hi my name is Michael, Michael Diaz. I'm 13 and I love to play video games and I love to watch YouTube. Some of you might have heard of Team10 and thought. 'Wait, are you Ray Diaz's nephew or something?' I probably am not although I look a lot like him. I will tell you about my past later. I love watching gaming Youtubers and vloggers. I also love watching Ray Diaz, he is my favourite Youtuber. I'm Cuban and I can speak Spanish. I was born in the capital of Cuba, Havana. (Havana ooh nah nah half of my heart is in Havana ooh nah nah) I love singing and dancing and I'm also pretty good at gymnastics. I did Tae Kwon Do for 5 years so I'm good at fighting. I also like to run and work out.

After Mr Smith yelled I heard all the boys groaning and waking up. I was already awake because I was watching YouTube videos all night long. I only had like 2 hours of sleep. I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could because there are only two bathrooms with showers in the whole adoption centre. I quickly showered then dressed into a casual outfit. I wore a white Nike cap, a light blue t shirt with a small island on it, white and blue tracksuit pants, and white superstars with blue stripes. Once everyone was finished showering and dressing we all went downstairs to the living room. There was still and hour till the adopters were coming so I went to get breakfast. I had frosted flakes cereal. After I finished my breakfast I looked at the time. There is 30 minutes until the adopters come. I decided to talk to my only friend in the orphanage, David.

"I can't wait till the adopters come!" David said squealing.

"Me too, but I'm probably not getting adopted," I replied in a mellow tone.

"Don't worry you might get adopted," He reassured me.

"Hopefully, and I hope you get adopted too," I told him.

After I finish my sentence I hear a doorbell ring. Mr Smith answers the doorbell and the adopters come in. We all line up in order from youngest to oldest. I'm the second oldest in the orphanage after a 16 year old boy called Mark. He acts like he's the boss and he owns the place.

"Hello everyone please come in, look around and tell me which child you want," Mr Smith says in a joyful tone.

Most of the adopters have already picked out who they are adopting and there are only 2 more people. I have no faith anymore as all the adopters pick people from the age of 2-10. The last two people picked and left with the children. We were just about to walk back into the living room until a man rushes into the orphanage. I didn't pay attention until I heard him talking to Mr Smith.

"I'm sorry I'm late," He said panting as if he'd ran a marathon.

I then realised it was Ray Diaz! Mr smith told him to look for a child quick. He went through the line asking people questions. When he finally came to me he asked me some questions.

"What's your name,"

"Michael Diaz,"

"How old are you?"

"13"

"Where are you from?"

"Havana in Cuba"