The birds were tweeting as loud as they could possibly be at 7:00am in the morning - normal teenage girls would be waking up stretching, yawning with a perfect messy bun. But I, I am waking up thinking shutup. I like my sleep more than anything (if someone wakes me up they've basically had it), so birds if you could, how about stop. Thanks. Waking up to the sound of the birds tweeting would be nice if I hadn't got in at like 11:00pm last night after Meg and Faye fussing about me in a bedroom, which Faye finally got me one, a nice little cosy one that already had been furnished with a white wardrobe and a small white desk which was tucked away in the corner. I liked this room, I could get used to this.
A quiet knock tapped on the white wooden door.
"Hello?" said the unrecognised morning voice.
"Um, who is it?" I replied. I was still under the white duvet covers in my double bed, unsure whether to get out...
A foot stepped through the door revealing a boy in just his boxers. Well that's one way to meet a boy - in bed, hair everywhere and naked under the covers. Okay then. Obviously I quickly hid myself, jesus.
He came in closer and placed the 3 popular magazines on my bed.
"Faye told me to give you these and said to come downstairs because its breakfast."
I didn't say anything. I just looked at him. Well what do you expect me to do? I can't just get out of bed while I'm naked - I think he'd be a bit shocked - I guess that's another way to meet a boy.
"Are you coming or what?"
"Right yeah, I'll follow I just need to um, get dressed and stuff, I'll follow down"
As soon as he went, I sighed a feeling of relief. I jumped out of bed into my new pale, sky blue dressing gown and tied it into a tight ribbon knot. Now heres the proper me - waking up to the smell of pancakes, best, thing, ever.
I stepped down the stairs into the massive dining room which was full of screaming kids wanting breakfast. I walked in and the whole (I mean literally), the whole room when silent. I smiled. Then some kid broke the silence and asked one of the carers of the adoption centre "Who's that geerl?" with such an accent I just got it.
"That 'geerl' is Hailey, shes new and shes my friend so don't be annoying and get on with your breakfast." Megan said lifting her eyebrows up concerning. She turned to me patting the spare seat next to her. The noise levels started to rise again.
"Thanks" I whispered. She laughed.
"Did you get the magazines? I asked Sam to bring them to you?" Faye said looking at Sam whilst bringing me my pancakes and syrup and don't forget the sugar...
"Uh, yeah thanks."
She placed my breakfast on the table.
"Thanks again."
-------------------------3 HOURS LATER-------------------------
I was dressed by now into a lacy peter pan collar top and black leggings. Yeah I know, I'm actually dressed nice for once except I haven't done my hair. You can't blame me, I've been reading 'Looking for Alaska' on my bed. Favourite book. I stood up at walked over to the tall wall mirror lifting out my brush. Messy hair is easy to brush. Not. I brushed my long brown hair which I'm proud of actually its up to my waist, hard to brush you know. After I'd brushed it I put some makeup on to make me look "less paler than I already do.
"Hello?" A foot stepped in through the door. Before I could say anything...
"Hello? Sorry I didn't get to speak to you properly...basically I just wondered whether um you er.."
It was that boy from earlier - was it Sam or something?
"What?" I replied.
Meg walked in.
"Why are you in here Sam? Am I interrupting something?" She winked at us jokingly.
He quickly said "No, no I just gave her these.." pointing at the magazines, then rushing out the door like something was going on. Hmm.
Megan turned around to shut the door.
"So..you've been told?"
"Told what?"
"You don't know? A couple come in earlier and have chosen you. I thought you'd have packed your stuff by now? But you haven't been told so."
Faye followed behind running into the room.
"HAILEY, oh Megan's told you. I'll help you pack then."
What? I need to stop time right now what the hell is happening. I'm being adopted. By who what?
"Do you know who I'm getting adopted by, any names, anything?!" I said calmly.
"All I know is that you're going to a young couple who is delighted to have a teenager and their names are, you might know these two people, you're the luckiest gir.."
"Just tell me!" I said raising my voice.
"Their names are... Mr and Mrs Malik."
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FanfictionBeing the daughter or should I say adopted daughter of Mr&Mrs Malik is a life of luxury. Well, according to other people anyway. If you want to call it luxury, fine, that's your opinion, but when you've had a life like mine, I wouldn't say it woul...
