Camp Saviours

“Well, I guess this is it…” I said sadly, smiling softly at my heroes.

“At least I got to meet you guys… WAIT! Can you sign my binder please?” I said, less upset.

I grabbed a thick purple folder from my bag and handed it first to CC, along with a thick black sharpie. He passed it to Jinxx, who passed it to Jake, who passed it to Andy, who passed it to Ashley, who gave it back to me.

There was a lot of passing.

A woman came out of the unnoticed office doorway, and grimaced in disgust when she saw me. Plastering a fake smile onto her orange face, she turned to the guys.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Andy P.O.V
Annabel seemed to shrink back when the social worker looked at her. Then she looked to us, and an obviously false grin was taking residence on her oompa-loompa like face.

Once Jinxx had finished up with the paperwork signing Annabel over to Social Services, we all gave her a hug. CC almost crushed her with a gigantic CC bear-hug that we had all experienced at one time or another.

“Bye guys.” Annabel said mournfully, a few tears slipping down her face. I hugged her again, then John (Our tour manager) ushered us out of the orphanage.
-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,Annabel P.O.V
The orange woman reluctantly took me up to the last room, the attic. I carried my many bags up the ladder, and set them on the surprisingly clean floor of my new room. I took a look around. The walls were a nice shade of purple, and the carpet was a chessboard design. A door led into a bathroom on the right wall. In the corner was a big white wardrobe and in the centre of the room was a gothic four poster bed. I set to work blue-tacking up my hundreds of band posters and putting my clothes into the wardrobe, blasting my music out of my portable speakers.

Suddenly, I heard the hatch at the far side of my room open, and a small figure rolled into my room. I ran over to confront this intruder, but seeing the blood dripping from her lip and her BVB t shirt I decided not to. I rushed into the bathroom and wet a cloth. Running back into the room, I saw the girl sitting up. I sat down next to her and held the cloth to her bleeding lip. She looked scared and jumped up quickly.

“Hey, calm down.” I said soothingly, and she sat back down, eyeing me suspiciously.

“I’m Annabel, and new here. What’s your name?”

“…Ashley. I’m eleven.” The girl I now knew as Ashley said nervously.

“Nice to meet you Ashley. I take it you like Black Veil Brides?” I asked her, smiling.

“Yep!” She grinned back at me.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-1 year later-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
It’s been a year since BVB left me at the orphanage. A lot has changed since then. My chocolate-brown hair has been dyed crimson, and I have a new sister. Soon after coming to the orphanage, I met the bitches who had beat up Ashley on my first day.

******Flashback****
“Oh, whoop whoop, a piece of emo scum. Let’s get her, girls.” A sixteen year old girl named Brittany said to her loyal puppy-dogs.

They walked quickly toward me, which is impressive considering the ridiculous high heels they were wearing.

“Man, am I glad I took judo.” I muttered, throwing the first girl over my leg and onto her Nicki Minaj-worthy butt.

The other girl ran blindly toward me, and I just stuck my combat boot out and she tripped up and landed next to her friend. I just stomped at Brittany ad she ran away slowly in her pink heels, squealing.

Ashley high-fived me and we went back up to my room to fangirl over the new BVB BryanStarzzz interview.

Notes

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