Little Things Change (A SkyDoesMinecraft and DeadloxMC Fanfic)

Prolouge

"God dang it!" I shout as my screen turns red and the words "You Died" pop up. "Really Kory?"

Laughter floods through my headphones.

"You should of payed attention!" she says. I pout in my chair.

"I just wanted to play some Hunger Games. I made it all the way to death match, too!" I complain.

"Oh quit whining," she laughs. A few seconds later she cheers. "WOOOOO I AM VICTORIOUS!"

I slam my hands down on the keyboard.

"Screw you I'm going home. Wait," I pause, and another round of laughter emits from Kory. She's always super talkative, and laughs at practically everything.

Kory is short for her full name Korina. She hates being called Korina. Like, stab you in the foot with a butter-knife hates.

"Well, I'm gonna go to bed, it's getting late. See you Genny," she says.

"See ya," I say, and Skype makes the noise showing she has ended the call. I exit Minecraft and shut down my computer, getting up and walking over to my bed. I fall backwards onto it and roll my entire body on, being too lazy to move my legs.

My name's Genevieve, but everyone calls me Genny. I've grown up hearing Genny, so I always tell people that it's my name.

I live with my foster parents in their small house. I'm now seventeen, going on eighteen. I have no plans on going to college. I don't really know what I'm going to do with my life. I only have Kory and my foster parents. No other friends, no boyfriend, no nothing.

Before I was born, my parents got a divorce. My mother died in childbirth, and my dad refused to take me. I was put into an orphanages until Sarah and Mike, my fosters, took me in at about age four.

As a younger kid, I had a lot of friends, and I was pretty popular among my teachers. Once I got to Middle School, that all was flipped upside down. All of my friends left me, and my grades went downhill. I became antisocial, quiet, only speaking in class when I was picked by a teacher. Insecurity also took the better of me, and I started wearing tons of makeup. I would wear skirts and blouses all the time, every once and a while with short heals.

I hated it. My real self was a gamer, who didn't give a crap about makeup, wore baggy t-shirts with game logos on them, with shorts. I buried that person deep down. People would call me fake, slut, and whore, because I dated a few guys that all dumped me in the end. I've had my trust shattered and rebuild so many times, it's hard to count.

I couldn't handle it. I cut my thighs, which I regret now. I've stopped, and I'm now more than a year clean, but the scars still show. My old self from back in elementary has never fully emerged. It's only these rare occasions I'll pull my laptop out and play some Minecraft with Kory, my best Internet friend, that it shines through.

I'm really just a lost soul that's been broken too many times. I stare up at the ceiling. My life may be torture, but I've learned to live with it.

Soon, I'll be moving to Seattle to live with my only sibling. I have a brother who's about four years older than me.

I've never met him, but I've heard bits and pieces about him.

The reason I haven't moved in with him yet is because when I was little, first of all he was living with adoptive parents and they couldn't take me because they already had him and our older sister.

Yeah, I have an older sister. She has a ton of really serious mental disorders though. I dunno if I really want to meet her. Once he turned eighteen, he was asked if he would like to take custody.

He declined. Said he wanted to wait till he was twenty-one before he took me. Well, he turned twenty-one last January. The past several months have been filled with legal documents and other papers I did not want to deal with. But of course I was forced to.

I can't wait to meet him, but I'm scared as well. He lives in this good sizes house on the lakeside. His name's Adam, and he lives by himself. Aparently he had a girlfriend, but they broke up recently.

Well I'll be right there to cheer him up. Probably by screaming and making jokes that don't make any sense whatsoever. I smile slightly to myself. Why am I so weird? I mean, yeah, I have ADHD, but still.

I kinda just hope that he'll accept me for my weirdness. I roll over on my bed and stare at the packed suitcase. I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

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Well, hello everyone! Hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I'm not the best author, I know, but I'll do my best (to be honest and fair, friendly and helpful, considerate- okay I'll stop). Sorry 'bout that. I am in reality really weird, and that hasn't always led to the best things...

Anyways, something I wanna address. My user is AdelineSamos. This is only an online alias. I don't feel comfortable disclosing my real name, because it's suuuuuuuuper uncommon, and usually is spelled differently. That and I'm kinda insecure about it due to stuff at school.

Again, hope you enjoyed!

This is Addie, and peace out!