Little cousin (adopted by Shane Dawson)

Chapter 1:

(A/N The top part of her hair is red, the second part is black and she has a orange streak)

Cover by books1524

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I shuffle my plain black converse-style shoes across my bedroom floor, dropping my backpack onto my bed.

I sneak a glance over to Blakes side of the room, where his bed still stands, and pictures of him are placed everywhere.

I know I shouldn't look at them, they always upset me, but still I see myself catching glances of them, I never want to forget him.

I bite my lip, feeling the comforting presence of my snakebites.

I had done my snakebites myself, as well as the everlasting tattoo on my right ankle, it was a simple anchor with flowers wrapping around it, blake written in fine, red print.

It had taken me ages to do it, and God did it hurt, but it was worth it, Blake had always loved anchors, and had even given me an anchor necklace which I had never taken off.

I had thrown off my school uniform on my way home, throwing it into my backpack, it consisted of a brown knee high skirt and a sickly yellow shirt and tie, it was disgusting.

I had rolled down my ripped black skinnies and taken off my shirt and tie to reveal one of Blakes old t-shirts, a anchor with the the words 'sleeping with sirens' going down the middle of it.

I had then pulled on a worn black and red chequered hoodie and pulled up the hood, cat ears flopping down, I fucking hate people, and now that I'm out of the hellhole I'm forced into everyday I don't have to talk to anyone.

Most of my things are packed up for Saturday, when I will depart to los Angeles and stay with my uncle and cousins for a few weeks, I honestly don't know why I have to, but my dad said that his brother wants to meet me and that his mum had told him that she wished she knew all of her cousins as a teen, basically meaning it's my grandmas reasoning.

I have actually never met my grandma or my uncle, but I have been told that my uncle is in a gay relationship, and that made me less worried.

Because people who have been judged won't judge others, and being judged for being me I always try to be nice to people, I never know what they could be going through, unless their a massive bitch to me first.

That happened with most of the girls at my secondary school.

Me and Blake had turned up on our first day, our scene hair straightened and hair sprayed into perfection.

The girls had immediately started at me, and yelled at me maliciously, they said my hair was trash and that I should just go kill myself, of course, I ignored them, I was sad on the inside, but I knew I had my twin brother in all my classes, so I was fine.

We had had scene since we were in year four, meaning we were about nine when we got it, or course, it wasn't amazing straight away, but we learned ways to make it look awesome.

We had originally got it because we were big fans of a lot bands and the haircut was very well suited to the band members.

I miss blake, a lot, but there's nothing I can do about what happened, nothing at all.

I blamed myself at first, and I still kind of do, in the first six months after his passing I began to starve myself, and I still haven't fully recovered, I still eat little meals, and since it was during a growth spurt, I'm even skinnier and shorter than I should be, the bones in my fingers showing maliciously.