Angel Morris is twelve, and an orphan, well she isn't an orphan anymore, or a Morris, she is a butler and...a shaytard

Credit to: @Shaytardian and @misswritertard for the idea! Annie and Hayley are both 11 year olds. Hayley has been babied her whole life. Annie has been abused her whole life. One day, in the forest, something happens. Ik I make to many fanfictions I♥Writing

Hi, my name is India Skye Marino, I am an orphan I've been an orphan for as long as I can remember. My Mum and Dad died when I was born I never really knew them. I'm here in the orphanage forever, even though it's an orphanage, we never have adoptions, it's like our home, there's no boys so I have loads of sisters, but I've always wanted a brother, I suppose it will never happen. I will always be apart of an orphanage and i will always be an orphan. - 🖤DISCONTINUED🖤

Jaylin doesn't know the difference between love and hate. Every family she's been in has started out loving, but then it goes to hatred. But when she gets brought into a family that gives her unconditional love, she wonders how long that love will last before it turns to hate, like it always does.

Maddie Ziegler is known and her family got into a house fire and she was the only one to survive. She got sent to an orphanage far from Pittsburgh and know one knows what orphanage until Zendaya adopts her and she's happy again ! NOT WRITING ANYMORE

Kyra is a 13 year old girl who has gone from foster home to foster home since she was 8. Kyra is OBSESSED with Pentatonix, so when Kevin Olusola comes to the orphanage where Kyra is living she freaks out. Kevin has been looking for the right kid to adopt, so when he meets 13 year old Kyra he falls in love and adopts her. Kyra now has to adjust to going on tour, going to Pentatonix rehearsals, and living with Kevin and Avi.

When Avia is diagnosed with cancer see how the Shaytards deal with the new struggles that come with having a sick child.

Prologue POV not shown I tremble with fear as I look at my hand. It holds the handle to a knife. But the knifes not showing. The blades made me do evil. I just killed someone. One of my friends. Nia. Nia Frazier. I didn't mean to, but she deserved it. I don't even know. I can't think. I'm in Studio B. I run to the bathroom, get a wet paper towel, and run back. I wipe off the handle. I can't get caught. I can't go to jail. I run out of Studio B to the dancers den. Everyone else leaves one at a time, goes to the bathroom, something. Perfect. My tracks are covered. No one can know about this. No one.