Adopted by Emma Watson.

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SO apparently Emma found it shocking that a freaking orphan doesn't like Christmas. Like is it that shocking someone with no parents, no family, dislikes a holiday that... shall I say embraces that?

What a crow. I can't believe she found it shocking, I couldn't help but laugh at that. She's adorable dumb, but don't tell her I said that, she might poison my food.

I can't believe I will be turning eighteen in march, that's crazy, I could never imagine being that old. I might as well own sixteen cats, own a welcome mat that has snowmen on it, and drink black coffee.

On that note, well off of it because I am changing the topic. With the few thousand dollars I saved, I wanted to buy Emma a gift, maybe a boyfriend, wait hahahaha, I don't need to buy myself I am literally already here duh. Anyways I went to the mall with Olivia to go shopping for some gifts.

I bought a vinyl for a band Ruelle is always talking about, for Gram I bought him so makeup- not because he's gay, he literally told me that's what he wanted- for Olivia. It was kind of hard searching for a gift for her, she would've been grateful for anything which made you want to get something good for her.

So I walked around thinking of things to buy the shorter girl to my left, her interests were soccer, and singing, and sometimes dancing. And a very odd obsession with Elsa.

The trip to the mall was fun though, Olivia literally ran up to some old guy that was checking out these teenage girls, anyways she bolted up to him and just stared at him for a second. Then she took her ice cream and smashed it on his bald head.

He looked furious, but he kind of deserved it, what an ass. The group of said girls started laughing as the chocolate ice cream ran down his forehead.

"Bitch," he muttered.

"Excuse me I didn't quite catch that," Olivia frowned, before the man could get another word out she kicked him in the nuts and ran off. She grabbed my hand, let's just say we weren't allowed back in the mall- well for five minutes the girls came outside and told the mall security what actually happened, and they laughed about it.

Then they asked for our numbers, the one was total into Olivia I could tell. Maybe that's what she needed, was someone to love her the way she needed, maybe that'd make her happy. I dunno.. anyways after we went shopping- or really after they kicked us out (they said only for today, because they thought the dude was a perv and praised Olivia for what she did) we went back to my house.

Some dude came storming out of the house yelling at whoever was behind him- Emma was behind him. She had been crying, I could tell her make-up was running and her eyes were puffy.

"You made this choice without me Emma! Can't you see I'd have a problem with it!" he yelled before descending the steps. Olivia was just as confused as I was, "We've been together eight years! Why wouldn't you think to ask me!"

"Because I thought this was what you wanted, I thought you wanted a kid!" she sobbed, my heart broke at hearing her screams.

"What the hell is going on here?" Olivia asked from behind me.

"Who the hell are you guys? Huh? Media looking for a story," he gripped my shoulders really tight, memories came flooding back in, oh no here we go again Charlotte being dramatic because of her horrible past great, "I'll tell you what, I don't care who you are!" he didn't let go, his grip only got tighter, I could feel the tears dropping.

"I-I'm sorry," I sobbed, the emotions overriding me, taking control of me. I felt like I was four again with my fathers hand around my throat.

"Mark! Let go of her," Emma came rushing down the stairs, she pushed him off of me, she just stared at me, "Dear god, Charlie are you okay?" her concern was heartwarming, I wiped my tears away and pushed past her.

"Where are you going? Charlotte are you alright?"

"I am going inside, in case you forgot I live here," I stomped inside, I could hear Olivia yelling at the man outside.

"Asshole, what makes you think it's okay to grab a teenager like that?" she grumbled, following after me. Emma slammed the door, walking into the kitchen running her hands through her hair, because what she was going to tell me next, wouldn't be easy.