Zayn's P. O. V.
December 24 Christmas Eve 7:30pm
It was the first Christmas I have ever experienced that made me feel warm inside, comfortable, like I was loved, like I was needed, like I was wanted. I liked the feeling these people gave me. It felt good to spend Christmas with a family, a family that excepted me for me,not some weird orphan that nobody likes. These people let me in their family. They gave me a family. They treated me like family not like some piece of crap orphan that nobody loved. They shared their home with me, they welcomed me to their family. They made me feel special. They gave me a warm feeling that I had never felt before. It was like, all warm and fuzzy. It was a comfortable feeling. I loved this feeling.
The Christmases at the orphanage didn't make me feel like this. Our Christmas presents weren't like any normal teenager's Christmas presents. Heck, normal teenagers wouldn't even say we got presents. They were that bad and cheap. But I was okay with them. All the other kids just sat there wining and complaining. I said thank you. I was happy that I even GOT presents. Before I was sent to the orphange, my parents didn't let me celebrate Christmas, they didn't give me any presents, we didn't believe in Santa. They would only say one thing, "Happy birthday!" I never really did unerstand why, though.
"Come on guys, lets bake some cookies." Mrs. Vision says, catching everyone's attention at cookies. "You had me at cookies." Niall says. "Any food catches your attention, Niall." I joke. "Zayn, you could not have said anything more correct." He says. "I know." I say, shrugging my shoulders. "So, what kind of cookies this year, mom?" Avery finally speaks up.
We made lots of cookies, decorated them all, and ate most of them, leaving a few for 'Santa'. Saskia went to bed around 8:15 that night.
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Christmas Morning
Zayn's P. O. V.
It's Christmas!!! I think to myself. I walk downstairs to see everyone on the couch, everyone except Avery? "Good morning." I say. "Good morning, Zayn." Everyone says. I sit down in the chair to closest to the front door (to the right of the tv, if you're looking at the tv screen). Avery walks down the stairs shortly after I sit down. We all glance over at the Christmas tree (to the left of the tv, beside the hero moniter, in the corner). The tree is decorated, fully lit up, and there's bunches of presents under it. "Presents!" Saskia yells, I'm surprised that she didn't realise them being there earlier. "Yes, sweetie, we can open presents." Mrs. Vision says. "But, before we do, the presents with the pink wrapping paper are Saskia's, the green wrapping paper are Niall's, the purple are Avery's, and the red are Zayn's." Mr. Vision finally spoke up.
And with that I got up and walked over to the tree. I grabbed one of mine and turned beginning to walk away. Then, suddenly, I heard an alarm go off. I looked over at the moniter and it was flashing. Then, the alarm stopped. The flashing stopped. A picture of the Joker popped up on the moniter. A voice began speaking, " Visions, and Malik Man, the Joker is robbing the jewelry store five streets down that way." The voice said pointing toward the front door (north). "We're on it." Avery said. With that, everyone quickly pulled out a gumball, chewed it, blew a bubble, when it popped, their superhero costumes appeared on them, everyone had a mask that covered around their eyes. I dropped the present I was holding in my hands and pulled put a gumball and did the same as them. We all quickly ran out the patio door and flew to the jewelry store five streets over.
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Malik Man
AdventureMy name is Zayn Malik. I'm an orphan. Or so everyone thinks I am. Really, I'm a SUPERHERO. I have electricity, the ability to fly, I can spit acid and {my personal favorite} I can read minds. A superhero family adopted me to help them fight. Read my...