Pentatonix Kid

Chapter Two

Scott grabbed hold of my hand.

I looked up at his tall figure.

We smiled at each other as we walked towards a black fancy car,

"We are gonna take you to your new home once you get your stuff packed!" He laughed, as I ran in and packed up my small suitcase that once belonged to my mother.

I put my laptop, and mouse in first, then my clothes, books, and my art book.

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Mitch's POV

Little Alicia's head rested against mp my shoulder.

I smiled down at our new niece.

Well. Scott's new daughter.

I like her already.

Her blacky brown hair, going down past her shoulders, her emerald eyes...

She is really pretty too.

"Avi! How long till we get home?"

"Another hour." He responded.

"Ok. Thanks."

Kevin started up a conversation with Avi, he was in the passenger seat beside him.

I was beside Alicia and Kirstie next to her.

Poor little Alicia had hardly any space, but she was comfortable... Hopefully.

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Alicia's POV

I woke up, in a car leaning on someone's shoulder.

"Is she awake?" I heard a familiar voice.

Oh crap. I forgot. I was adopted by Pentatonix.

And the person I was leaning on was Mitch.

Why do I suck at remembering.

"Yeah. I'm awake Kirstie." I yawned, stretching.

"Good. Because we are about five minutes away from your new home." Kevin stated.

"Should I call you my aunts and uncles? "

"Sure. If you want to"

"Scott. Your her dad now." Mitch said, poking him.

"I know, I'm kinda happy to be her dad too." Scott smiled.

Kinda?

"Uncle Avi. Sounds ok" Avi said,waving a hand around like a lecture.

All the others tried theirs.

"Dad..." I whispered.

I then remembered. My horrible past.

My best friend dying, my family murdered, and me being the only one that survived.

A tear slipped out.

"What's wrong?" Mitch cooed.

"I have a bad past. " I responded quietly.

"Tell me."

I told him everything.

From my best friend moving, to her new school, her getting run over, me finding out at a school camp, my parents having a huge argument with someone who was a murderer, the murderer coming into our house at night, killing my mom and dad, and me getting stabbed in the stomach. But I got to the hospital in time. Thanks to the neighbors.

"Wow. That is horrible. I'm so sorry" Mitch hugged me.

"I don't like going to camps. It makes me remember her. How she died. All our memories. The girl that lived across from us" i mumbled, letting my emotion come out"