Adopted By Andrew Rannells

Before the andy

~Eliza pov~
I sat on my bed listening to an Andrew Rannells interview on my Falsettos phone case with a Book of Mormon pop socket. I had already seen this interview and memorized it despite it being our for only a week. I was kind of obsessed with Andrew (lol). I hear my mom yell politely for my name, "Eliza! Dinners ready!" I groan, I don't want to stop listening to Andrew. I smirk as I walk to the kitchen, my family is already seated, they're just waiting for me. "I guess I'm late for dinner late again." I laugh and my family glances at me confused. They never get my Falsettos references. I sigh and eat my dinner. It's boring and not even linguine. My mom looks at me, "How was your day Eliza?" She asks, god I groan again, "It was fine." She always asked about me and made sure I was loved. It was so sick, I wish I was abused so I could run away and live in New York like my hero Andrew Scott Rannells.

I finish my dinner and leave to go back up to my room. Sometimes my family just makes me so mad?? They make sure I'm treated as a middle class citizens, but middle class citizens don't get adopted by Andrew Rannells!!!! God I wish they understood and just got hit by a truck or something. Wait a minute. I go to my closet and bring out my Andrew Rannells live size cardboard cut out. I bring out the blood I got from my dealer and rub it over the Andrew Rannells cardboard cutout, it's a bit dirty now and blood stained but then I pray, "D̗͙̞ͦ̀̅̍̀E̼̗ͫ̍̋ͧA̡̮̫͇̞R͋͊ͣ̋ ̘̞͘S̸̯͔͔̯ͫͭͤ̉ͦA̯̰͖̮ͅṮ̴͓ͧ̏ͧA̵̜͓̯̗ͧͨ͗̈́̉̓̚N̶ͨ ͔͇̞͎͉̪͕̍ͨȒ͕̮̳̪̹̮͓͐͐ͣ̓̾͟E͖̯͛̓̒À̶̜̼̭͖̣̣̦̆ͮP̻̬̮̹̫̐͛̊̈̍͒̇ ̗̬̮̦̼͋̇̐M͇̥̭͈̠̻̞ͦͥẎ̐̒ ͓͂̑ͅF̏̅̃̈͑͐̚Ȧ̳͓ͭM̧̰̻ͤ͐̆͒͆I̵̎ͭͫ̋͑̃̚ͅL̡̫̱̝̩̻̫E͋ͧ͒ͧ̈́S̼̮̩̺̠̠ͨͮ͋̎̈̐̇͠ ͍̰̠̬̠̂̍͒ͅŞ̫̐̐O̴̯̩U̵̽̾̋̓L̩̼̘ͪ͆S̻͇̱̉̒̌ͅ ͕͖͎̮̭̀ͣ̚̚A͙̹̠̙͓̅͂̐͢N̙̑ͥ̾ͭD͇̥͕̥ͪ ͓̰́ͅB̴̯͐ͩ͛͆O͆̑ͮ̚͏̺͓̯D̩̞̺̤͇̥̳ͭ͐̀IͭE̫̤͔͙̫͋̆̈́͑S̼̞̔ͮ̉ͥ̿,̴̹̇ ̱̖̐͠F̡͓͔̟͚͓̒͂́̐ͦ̊O͓̞̮̺̟ͯ̀ͭ̀R̺̙̝̩͌ͪ́ ͍̟͈İ̞̎ͧ͛ͯ͟ ̟̜͕͓͌͂͌̏̉̉͢ͅW͊̈́A͏̺̱̯̯̰̦͈N̺̞͗̔̀T̯̣̞̒͗̋ͥ̽͂̑ ̻͎̗͉͓̋ͯ̿̈T̜̪̠̕O ̸̯͖͉̰̿̀͆ͦB̬̲̻͉̪͖̹ͤĚ̸͈ ̧͇͊̏A̪̟͎̠̪͒ͮ͝D͈̙͕̭̀͝O̢͇͓̤̥͊P̮̼̲̒̏̈́ͫ͛̌T̰̤͖̥͕ͅE̶̙̽̈̈D̯͉̻̞̰̳ ͅB͑̔ͨ̑ͮ͐ͪ͢Y̖̘̞̗̺͒͗̑̆̃̒ͯ ̺ͭ̽A̅͗͂͌Ǹ͓̲̠͙͂̍ͤ̅ͧD͙̹̝̰̬̳̥R̶E҉̳W͍̰̻͔̫̥̏̍̆ ͥͭͧ́͒͑̈́R̷A̗̞̜̹̾͋̐̑̈͂N̫͉̟ͨ͝N̢̮͒ͨͯ̓ͣE̡̫͍̝͓̬͌L̪̹͐ͪ̋̔͜L͈̦̝̰̜̻͐S̵͍͎̯̳̝̘ͤ͌̋̄͋ ̶̼͔̃̇̓Ȁ͔͕̜͇̖̮̥̿̿ͪͦ̓̍N̐ͯ̎͐̀Ḍ͖̦͍͍͖̐̐̓̔ͧͪ̽ ̵̊̓̅I̲͓̠̞͌̐͘ ̶̱͙̙̺̠̒̉̊̂̀C̭̭̺͓̺̘̏͛͛͛A̼̟̟̰̤̱͊̽ͯ̒͊N͎̖ͭ̿ͤ̐͐́̋͘T̲͉̣̥̼̖̞ ͙͍̬̪͔͔̠͌ͧ͝I̞̖ͣF̝͈̣͚̝͔͗̏ͪͤ̉ ̝İ̩̰̮̣̪̍ ̣ͣ̌ͬͯ͋͌͠Ḣ͓͇̜̪̬̙̥̓͐̂̃̍͞A͈̐̌͛ͣṼ̹̞̳͐ͥ̾ͣͧ̊E̶̞̹̥̱͗̊̾̆̏́ ̰͕̍͆͑A͙ͦͬ͑̒ͪͩ̈́ ̖̦͎̱͓̫͐͂ͪͯ̓S̵̍ͯU̖̩̘̠̰͇̎͋̓ͪ̂̀ͅP͚̮͍ͦ̌ͨ̌̀ͥ͞P̼̗͒̅̎̔̇́̅͘O̵̜͙ͥ̎ͮ̑ͨ̑R̬̻͠T̘͓̙̯͒͆̋ͩ̋̌̏I̦̙ͥ̄͛ͅN͚̗͎͉̱̱͐͊̌ͥ̿̈̚G͉̬͕͈̐̔̅̔̂ͪ̂ ͇͇ͥ̔̑́̚͡Ḟ̭̪̰̣̜͉̾̑Aͥ̓̈́͆͛ͦ̃M̄̎͆I͔̜͚͖͔̍̊ͦ͋ͤͅL͉̦̺̈̊̎Y̢̫͙̝ͫ̏̎̾̚.̧̞͔̜̅͋͛̈́̋͐ ̶̹̳͔ͨ͐ͫ͗͛̅Thanks Satan! I'll call you l8r lov you lots <3." I finish my call and place the cardboard cutout neatly into my closet. I go to sleep, for tomorrow will be a latter day.