Adopted. -Smosh Fan Fic- ✔COMPLETED

Teddy Bears

Was I dead? No. I couldn't of been. "Lia? Lia?"

"Please don't be dead! How will I explain this to mom?" I heard voices say. Either I am dreaming, or this is what heaven feels like.

I could just manage to open my eyes and see two faces hovering over mine.

"You owe me 10 bucks!" Shouts someone. I look up and see Anthony dancing around like a fairy.

"Anthony, why are you dancing like a fairy?" I questioned.

"Ian owes me 10 bucks! Ian owes me 10 bucks!" Anthony sung. Okay.

I sit up and watched Anthony make a fool of himself.

Every now and then, an image flashes across my mind. A face. I can't pick out who.

I choose to ignore it. It can't be anyone serious.

After Anthonys little dance-a-thon, I take a walk outside. I walk around the block. It actually really small. After around 5 minutes I walk back. I feel a buzz in my pocket. I pull out my phone that Mrs Padilla brought as a welcome present.

'Where r u?' Its from Anthony. Why does he worry about me so much? I reply by saying I am out for a walk.

I arrive home and I clearly came at the wrong time. Mrs Padilla found the paper that Anthony wrote on. He is clearly dead.

"Hello Lia. No time to talk. Go grab your things. I am taking you back to the adoption centre."She whispers sternly.

"What?" Me and Anthony say at the same time.

"You both heard me. I am going to take Lia back to the adoption centre. Go grab your things." She repeats. "I assume you know what this is, Lia" She holds out the piece of paper I saw this morning.

"No." I lie. I give a quick wink to Anthony. He nods in agreement. I have a plan on my hands.

"Read it. Now" Commands Mrs Padilla. I read it and act shocked.

"Exactly. Now, go get your stuff." I walk towards the stairway, but turning around and hug Anthony instead.

"Play along" I whisper into his ear. He hugs back and Mrs Padilla probably wants me gone. Right now.

"Lia. No detours. Upstairs, get your stuff. Anthony, go to your room!" She orders.

"Excuse me for answering back." I say innocently "But wouldn't it be easier to keep us AWAY from each other?"

"Rooms. Now!" Is the reply I get. We walk upstairs, and instead of going into my room, I follow Anthony.

"Well. You got your wish. You wanted to go back, and nows your chance." He mutters quietly.

"Ant, was all that you wrote, was it true?" I ask quietly. He nods.

"When I first came here, I thought I wouldn't last three hours, let alone three days. I thought you hated me. I-" I trailed off. "I'm going to pack." And I walked off.

I walked into my room and felt tears in my eyes. I can hear Mrs Padilla talking on the phone about dropping me off.

I grab my stuff and walk downstairs.

"Ready?" She asks me. We walk out of the door and I see two people running up to us. As they drew closer, I saw Anthony with Ian. Why were they here? I walk over to them.

"You can't leave just yet! There is something we have to show you!" Shouts Anthony. When Mrs Padilla isn't looking, I run. I run and run. I don't want to go to the adoption centre. I run straight pass Anthony and Ian. I don't care where I am going. Then something catches my eye. A white house that looks abandoned. It looks identical to my house where my real mom died in. I stop in my tracks and stare.

It has all the features. The window in the attic, two trees either side of the house and a rope swing. I hear feet running in the distance.Looking around, I see that it could well be my old house.

"Lia! Lia!"Someone shouted.

"You found what we were going to show you!" Anthony says.

"The house?"I say pointing.

"Yeah. We found it last year. It's really big inside!" Adds Ian.

"Come on! We'll show you around!" Anthony informs. Nobody needs to show me around the place where I was brought up.

Its exactly like my old home. I ditch Ian and Anthony and run up the stairs. There it is. My old room. The door was a light purple, now the paint is flaking away. I slowly open the door, scared that I will break the door.

This is my old house. My old room. My pink bed that was once covered in teddies, has a thick layer of dust on it. On my wall, was once loads of posters of The Muppets, now are faded. The one thing that still looks acceptable is the walls. They are still the same pink and purple colour,with a few specks of dust. I open some drawers and see all my old clothes. Tears are springing to my eyes as I see a book, laying on my bed. 'Chicken Licken.'

I carefully pick up the book and try my hardest not to cry. I turn around and see Anthony standing in the doorway.

"Ian, in here!" he mutters loud enough for Ian to hear.

"You okay Lia?" Asks Anthony. I feel tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I-. This- I" I stammer.

"Holy cheese this room is dusty! You okay Lia? Oh. I bet it's the dust!" Ian says. I shake my head and look down. I am standing on my white rug that I brought the day my mom died. Thats when it hit me. I started crying even more. I am standing in my old room.