New beginnings

I don’t go on twitter much anymore. The hate doesn’t really get to me, but it does annoy me. The girls are so pathetic. Just because I got adopted by them, they hate me.
It makes no sense.
Plus, I keep getting mentioned. So much that I had to delete the app from my iPhone.
Honestly, I don’t care that the boys are famous. I just want a family.
Someone knocks on my door.
“Come in!” I shout. The door opens and Louis is standing there.
“Dinner.” He says. “Made some pizza.”
I nod and push myself up, groaning as my back pops. I follow him into the kitchen where the boys are already stuffing their faces.
Lou shows me where the plates are and hands one to me.
“Thanks.” I say. He nods.
After he gets a slice and sits down, it’s a bit awkward.
“So.” Zayn begins. “School.”
“What about it?” I ask, after swallowing.
“We can’t just keep you out. You have to go. So the boys and I enrolled you in a private school not too far from here. Rosedale Academy.”
I nod, taking another bite.
“When do I start?”
“In a couple of weeks.” Harry answers.
At least I’ll be free for a bit longer. It’s not that I hate school, but it just gets boring, following the same routine every single day.
Did I mention that I am not a morning person? Getting up at seven every morning is going to be absolute torture.
The rest of the meal is spent in silence. For some reason, I feel like the boys are hiding something from me. They’re acting all sketch and shooting glances when they think I’m not looking. Besides, in the short time I’ve known them; I’ve come to the realisation that the guys are not quiet people.
I don’t say anything, though. I’d rather not cause drama on my second day here. The boys are nice, and I like them. But how am I going to have a normal upbringing? After all, we’re going to be surrounded by screaming fans. All the time. I’m going to be in the spotlight 24/7.
Oh my god. Everyone is going to judge me. If I screw up, everyone is going to know.
How do they live with so much pressure? It’s ridiculous, really.
Soon after we finish dinner, Niall suggest a FIFA match. I opt to go back to my room and scroll through my tumblr dash.
I’d rather not be in the middle of five competitive guys for an hour. Niall’s practically obsessed with that game, and none of the lads can beat him.
It’s kind of hilarious, actually. Louis tends to get really mad when he comes close to winning, but he always loses by a point or too. I guess Niall is too good.
I’ve tried to compete against him a few times, but I always end up getting crushed.
Like, 23-4 crushed. It’s actually really pathetic, and I end up rage quitting.
I decide to go on facebook to see how the girls at the foster home are doing. I’m shocked when I have over 700 friend requests and thousands of messages.
How did people find me? I haven’t even changed my last name yet!
I learn from a quick google search that I can change my privacy settings so nobody can use the search feature to find me. I only have the girls added, so that means I have about 6 friends. Most of them aren’t even old enough to learn how to operate a computer.
It takes about an hour, but I deny all of the friend requests and filter through the messages, ignoring the bitchy ones and responding to the nice ones. By the time I’m finished, it’s eleven and I’m ready to sleep.

I slip into my pajamas and curl up, hugging one of the down pillows. I’m asleep in a matter of minutes.

Notes

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