Chapter Two

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            Meeting Malik Man

       Zayn's.        P.O.V.

   "Zayn get up and get dressed, there is a family that wants to meet you." Ms. Monroe tells me.

   Today's the day I get adopted. I think to myself. "Lucky." All of the other kids say.

   I quickly get out of bed and throw a shirt on. I put some jeans on. I slip on some slides and a jacket (because it's cold outside). I walk out of the building with all the beds in it and walk into the meeting building (where we meet the families).The door slams shut behind me. All eyes turn to me.

   "Zayn, you're here. Good." Ms. Monroe says, putting her hand on my shoulder and directing me to one of the rooms. "Zayn, meet the Horans."

   "Guys, this is Zayn. He fits your description exactly. He's seventeen. Actually, today is his birthday. He is Muslim." Ms. Monroe is finally finished.

    I can see the girl that's a spitting image of Avery Vision pulls out her phone and brgins texting. But who?

   

          Avery's        P.O.V.

    I'm texting my mom, my dad,& Niall. My text reads:   Guys, he is Malik Man but let me ask him a quick question. I quickly send the message and look up from my phone. Beep. Beep. Beep. They recieved the message."Zayn, what's you last name?" I ask him. "Malik. Why?" He responds with a british accent. "I was just wondering." I answer. I look back down at my phone and begin texting my family again: See!? I send the message and ask Zayn, "So, Zayn, do you have any talents?"

  "Well, I am really good and futball. I'm a really talented artist." He says."Well that's cool." I comment. "Alright,son, how would you like to become a Horan?" My father finally speaks up. "That would be sick!" He says with a huge smile going from ear to ear. "Oh, dad, sick means awesome for us teenage guys, and Avery." Niall speaks up at the last minute.

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