Saviors- 5 Seconds Of Summer

Chapter 1

Abigail

Carlington Orphanage is one of the most boring places if life. Well I don't really know that because, I have been in Sydney and only Sydney all my life. I'm an orphan. Sometimes, people adopt me. But they always bring me back. What can I say? I am a very bad child. I just don't trust anyone.

Im now doing my homework on my rusty old white cot. Its the mourning and I should probably get ready for school, but it's the only time I ever get to do my god damn homework. I honestly care to much for my grades. No, I'm not being sarcastic. I care. I want a bright future. But most importantly, I want a family!

Michael

I've always wanted a younger sister. But not too young. Like around, 2 years younger that me. I honestly ask my mother every single day. She never said yes nor no. Its always 'We'll see!'.

Right now I'm eating break fast with my mother. She's on her stupid lap top. God damn it she's been on it so much lately. I grab a piece of Egg and fling it to her. It lands on her keyboard. She takes it and flings it back to me. Suddenly, the printer stars printing something. I run up to it and grab the hot paper. I look at it. What? It says Carlington Adopting Center. I look farther and theres a picture of a beautiful girl. I read a bit of her description. Abigail Thomas. 17 years old, born on August 10th 1997.

"What is this?" I ask my mother who is cleaning the table.

"A girl." She says, sounding like the answer Luke gives me when I ask him who he likes.

"Yes mother. But why have you printed it?" I ask. She slams the cup down in the counter. Did I hurt her feelings of something?

"Get dressed were going to the Carlington Adopton center. Bring your friends if you want!" My mother says. I smile. "But were going after your band practice. When are the boys coming?" My mom says

"In an hour. And then we can stop the practice when we go to the adoption center!" I say and she nods.

What the hell is going to happen?

Abigail

I walk in the halls of my high school. No, nobody picks on me. They just don't like me, so they don't talk to me. Yes, I am a loner. I like it that way.

I make my way to my locker and I put in the combination 12,9,23. I grab my books and walk to class. As I walk into class and I sit at my spot. A replacement teacher walks in. I know her. She's hell. She adopted me 2 years ago.

Flashback
"Susan I'm off to the park!" I shout at my adopted mother who is cleaning the kitchen with a bottle of whisky.

"Shut up!" She screams. I look away and I grab my bag. She grabs my wrist and I wince in pain.

"Keep cutting. You're such an ugly whore. Get out asshole!" She screams. I thought she loves me. I guess not.