Adopted by Emma Watson.

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School.. yeah no thank you. It was a private school too. Like I appreciate the gesture and all, but maybe not.. I am a freaking orphan going to a rich people school.. Does nobody see the problem with this? Hello? Am I the only one..

First day I almost got my ass kicked, like huh? I was just breathing air like everyone else and this blonde ass kid comes from nowhere and starts talking about me. How Emma was my mom, not my real mom mind you. What the fuck is that? I am an orphan so what? The world is kind of weird. Also I am probably sure Emma could by more kids than this boys parents could afford so why the fuck is blonde- noodle hoe talking?

And the best part of the day was at lunch. Totally. I was just eating my tomato when some dude- not a surprise on who it was- grabbed it and threw it, not away, but just threw it.

"What the hell was that for," I furrowed my eyebrows together, and marched towards him.

"My bad were you eating that?" he mocked, with a grin, whoops my hand must've somehow ended up mashing with my fist. All I did was give him a bloody nose, but here I sat in the office waiting for my 'mum' to come here. They act like I punched him for no reason, this man really threw my tomato, I was trying to eat it.

As for Emma I kind of felt bad because I just promised her this morning I wouldn't do anything bad, and now I turn around and apparently- I learned this while he was talking with Emma- I punched the headmaster's son. And when he asked me how I felt about myself I told him great with a smile. I told him that he needed to keep his son in check, because his son should know all of the rules, so why is he breaking them.

I totally forgot to add that some other kid came up and punched me before I got to make it to the office, so I had a bruise on my stomach and one on my cheek, there was some dried blood there. The headmaster didn't even ask about it... wow.

Clearly there is some sort of favoritism here, Emma rolled into the office, looking fine may I add. She was dressed casually, effortlessly beautiful. And the pervert of a headmaster we have, had taken notice of her appearance, gross.

He was trying to impress her, what a clown.

"I wanted to make you aware that your- your d-daughter here, punched my son in the face," he shuddered at the word daughter. What the fuck.

"Charlie would you do that?" she asked, leveling with me.

"Mr. Perfect over here, threw my food that I was eating, and called my names all day, sorry, but I am not going to say sorry to him or his pervert of a father."

"Miss Watson, I will ask you to control her," the boy said.

"I'm sorry you gonna ask? and if she doesn't? you gonna call her names too? are you gonna get daddy to fix the issue?" I spat harshly, earning a growl from the older man. "With all due respect, if you keep letting your son get away with shit-stuff then he is gonna turn out to be a huge asshole. You aren't doing him any favors, and staring at a thirty-year olds ass while trying to correct her kid, try and be more subtle next time, I'm sure your wife would love to hear about it."

"Young lady!"

"I don't care, if you aren't going to suspend me, or expel me then I have a class I need to be at," I stood up from the chair, looking at Emma before walking out. I was totally gonna get chewed out at home.

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heya xx