Adopted by Emma Watson.

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After that little outburst, Emma decided Olivia was her favorite, maybe she liked her more than me? I don't know, but I had Emily so I'd survive without the extra attention.

So.. how did I get here, getting yelled at, well I wasn't getting yelled at, she was in fact singing the song with us, let me take you back a bit.

Olivia wanted to stay over, seeing as it was a Friday Emma, and Olivia's- neglectful ass- mother okayed it as well. Ruelle was staying too, along with Graham. They were living their best lives with me, screaming to Big Girls Don't Cry, you know the song, and if you don't then I am deeply sorry.

As I was screaming the chorus, I was standing on the coffee table, while Ruelle and the rest sat in front of the gigantic Christmas tree, Olivia and I were taking turns between, and the chorus was slowly approaching, and me being the daughter- not real, but still- of an entertaining, I really had to do her proud.

So as I was screaming along to the lyrics, the front door flew open sending Olivia falling off the table, as for me, I stayed right where I was screaming, I couldn't hear anything. I kept going, and I would've made it through the rest of my part if it weren't for Emma clearing her throat. I held the 'microphone'- it was a remote- to my side as I turned around slowly.

"What are we doing?" Emma asked with a smirk.

"S-singing," I stuttered.

"hardly, that was awful," Ruelle snickered, Emma joining.

"I swear Emily will get you back for that one," I muttered, most of them knew about Emily, but some weren't as lucky, I forgot to tell Olivia about her, and one time she came over and she was crawling all over her, it was funny. After that Emma made me tell everyone about her when they came over. "I would like to see one of you try better."

"Olivia is definitely the better singer out of us," Graham chimed in. I shot him a glare, but it was true. Olivia was nearly good at everything she did, she just hated herself too much. She never gave herself enough credit, she was the most talented, kindest, prettiest person you'd ever meet (maybe not, because of Emma, but she was there).

Ruelle reminded Olivia time and time again of how amazing she really was, because she was. She was too selfless to admit it, she wanted everyone else to be better than her, not because she didn't want it, because she felt as though she didn't deserve it.

Her life was hard on its own, she was the popular white girl at school, and embarrassed of her mother, whom nobody really knew about beside the few of us. It didn't make her any less Olivia, nothing could change her, not my words, not anyones.

The only one in the room who didn't know was Emma, because knowing Emma, Olivia would end up living with us. But I really did care about Olivia, probably more than the rest, no offense to them or anything. Olivia was more down to earth and accepting. You know the saying, broken goes well with broken.

Olivia was one of those people where she rarely smiled but it was the most heartwarming thing you'd ever see. She had the sense of humor that only came with trauma.

"Fine. Maybe Olivia is the better singer, but I am the most funniest individual in da room," I countered.

"Maybe if you were standing alone in the kitchen," Jake wheezed.

"Woah what friends I have, I am deeply offended you lot think that of me," I grabbed at my heart, my waterworks doing their magic.

"Oh my god, we are so sorry, we didn't mean to-" Emma cut her off.

"I can sense fake tears from a mile away Charlie, A for effort though," she crossed her arms. I'll definitely get her next time.

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hey it's me maddie the baddie, I am just kidding, though it would be cool for my name to be maddie then i could go around with that name, anywhore another part for you lot xx

I go on my christmas break day after tomorrow so that means maybe a lot more writing from your favorite author- dr. sesus (idk howw to spell !)

the band might be a thing after this part idk.. maybe..