I get adopted by 5 Seconds Of Summer [SHORT STORY-COMPLETED]

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Gabriella's POV

I wake up on a summer morning to hear ms.Walt screaming at me.

"Get up you piece of crap! Some people are here looking for people to adopt!"

I sit-up, pushing my long brown (with pink streaks in it) hair out of my face.
"Not like anyone would pick you anyways" ms.Walt says before slamming my door shut.

I sigh, getting out of my bed. I've been at St.Clairys orphanage since I was 12, and for the entire 2 years I've been here, no one has wanted to adopt me. I don't blame them though, I mean I've gotten adopted a few times but always ended up getting sent back after a few weeks. People just wanted to get a normal, preppy girl, not someone like me.

I hop out of bed and go to my closet, picking out a t shirt that says 'my music taste is better than yours' and some black ripped jeans with a black hoodie. I quickly brush my teeth and hair, trying to avoid the mirror, before leaving my room.

Soon I join the 13 or so other girls who stay here, all varying in age, the youngest being 4 or 5 and the oldest being 16. Ms.Walt tells all the girls to sit down around the room before the visitors come in. I roll my mud brown eyes, thinking about how I've been doing this for 2 years and how I know I won't get adopted. I quickly go to my usual spot near the far corner and put in my earbuds, listening to some punk rock mashup.

Shortly after all the girls take their seats, I look up to see ms.Walt walks through the door, followed by four guys. One was blonde, one was wearing a bandanna with his curly hair, on had striking red hair, and the last one has what looked to be a really squishy face. I nervously pull my sweater paws down over my hands, knowing they won't pick me but still feeling hopeful.

Ashley, one of the fellow 14 year olds I live with here, whispers to one of her friends beside her. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but they blushed, so I assume they were talking about the boys.

The boys walk around, making polite conversation with the girls here, me hoping they would hurry up and pick someone so I could just leave this stupid room and get back to my room.

That thought, however, was interrupted when one of they guys actually came up to me. I pulled out my ear buds and smiled at him. Part of me wants to be adopted but another part of me doesn't because I'm worried of getting hurt again..

"Hey," he says, bending down to get eye level with me(cuz I'm sitting on a chair). "I'm Ashton. And you are..?"

"Gabriella," I respond, filling in the blank.

"Whatcha listening to?" He asks, motioning to my phone and earbuds.

"Oh, just some punk rock mashups. Like MCR and Panic! At the Disco."
He nods, like I answered correctly.

He smiles before getting called back by the other boys. My own smile soon fades as I see Ashley smirk to her friend as the boys and Ashton go to ms.Walt's office to decide who their going to adopt. No doubt they're gonna pick Ashley. She's perfect, unlike me.

I quickly rush up to my room, taking a seat on my bed. Soon the thoughts start coming in.
Stupid
Ugly
Worthless
I sigh, shaking my head, unwilling to let the tears escape. I grab the razor under my pillow and cut my thigh a little, welcoming the pain. Just as I finished and pulled up my jeans, ms.Walt comes storming into my room.
"Guess what bitch, you're finally getting adopted. Pack your bags." She snarls, before leaving my room.

What? Those boys actually decided to adopt me? But.. what do they want from me? To give me love, or to hurt me?

I let those thoughts rattle around my mind as I quickly pack up my few belongings and put them in my bag. Just as I stand up, ready to head down stairs, doubts still in my mind, my door opens and Ashton is there.

"Hey," he says yet again. "Almost ready to go?" He asks, quirking up one of his eye brows.

"I'm ready now, actually," I respond quietly, looking back at the floor.

"Alright then let's go! I'll introduce you to the rest of the guys in the car."

I follow him out to the front door, walking past Ashley.

"Bitch." She mutters under her breath before I walk out the door. I try to not let that get to me. I've been through living with my dad, her words should be nothing compared to what he did. Yet somehow I still found that it stung.

I get into the back of their car, grabbing window seat, with Ashton to my right and another boy beside him. Two of the boys were in the front.
"Alright," Ashton says, getting my attention. "As you already know, I'm Ashton, beside me is Calum, the one driving is Luke, and the one with the crazy red hair is Michael. Everyone, this is Gabriella."

"You guys can call me Gabby," I responded, my voice quiet, just in case they get mad if I'm too loud.

"Okay, so Gabby, how about we get to know each other a bit better?" Michael asks, turning in his seat to look at me.
"Oh, uh okay sure," I say, not able to know what to respond with. "Uhh, my favorite color is black, I love panic at the disco and MCR, I'm 14 years old, and I've been at the orphanage since I was 12."

We continued like this for a little bit before we got to the house, me learning about them more, like how they were in a band called 5 Seconds Of Summer, and they got to learn more about me, like my favorite animal is a dolphin and all that. Maybe it won't be so bad.?
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