The Prodigy (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Well I guess by now you've probably figured out that I’m a fighter. That’s right, a fighter. Yes, I am a girl, problem? Didn't think so. My name is Natasha but everyone calls me Nat or Natty for short. I’m 15 years old, turning 16 in a month. I know what you’re thinking, isn't she too young to be a fighter? The answer is no. You see I am a prodigy, ever since I was little I expressed an interest in fighting. I soon grew quite famous for my fighting skills,but recently I am on break from fighting. I just happened to run into 5 mysterious boys on my Starbucks run that will change my life forever.

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12. New Home

“So dear, what is your name?” Mrs. Jones asked. 
“Natasha, but I have nicknames such as Nat or Nattie.” I replied, “What are your first names?” I asked in a whisper. 
“I’m Jessica, but you can start calling me mom. This is Andrew or you can call him dad.” Jessica, I mean mom said. 
“Alright,” I said. We drove to an airport…wait what? “Why are we at an airport?” I asked. 
“Oh well you see dear we are from England, we were on vacation in Nashville and we just decided to adopt while we were there.” Mom replied. I nodded and we all went inside and waited around till it was time to board the plane. 

The plane just took off and I’m sitting with my new parents, wow. I never realized how much can change in less than a week. I thought that I would have been at the orphanage still, but I’m going to my new home. The plane ride was excruciatingly long. I had a little brat behind my seat kicking it the whole way and when he wasn’t kicking he was complaining. If I was that child’s parent I would be going crazy. Finally we landed and got off the plane. I followed my new parents; we got our luggage and walked towards the parking lot. We got into their Rolls-Royce Phantom (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eOthCPgjPyk/TnhLdc16rXI/AAAAAAAACVw/xshcM0MN0-Y/s1600/Rolls-Royce+Phantom+6.jpg) and drove off to their house. I assume they have money, I could be wrong. 

We pulled into a neighborhood, it wasn’t as extravagant as I thought but it was lovely. It was better than I expected. We pulled up to a blue two story house with a balcony (http://c365781.r81.cf2.rackcdn.com/datas/21228969/original/_MG_2478%20(2)%20Small.jpg) and got out of the car. We grabbed our items and walked inside. (http://c365781.r81.cf2.rackcdn.com/datas/21228969/original/_MG_2478%20(2)%20Small.jpg) It was huge; this was nothing like I had seen before. This type of thing I only see in movies! I followed my new mom up the stairs to the right and opened the door to reveal my room. (http://www.iroonie.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huge-bedroom-decorations-plans.jpg) 
“I know it isn’t much sweetie, but you can decorate it anyway you wish.” Mom told me. I was honestly speechless. This was way more than I expected. “Now once you put your clothes away feel free to come downstairs, I have to run to the grocery store. But Andrew should be here, call me if you need me. My number is downstairs on the kitchen counter!” My mom called after me as she left to go to the store. I quickly put my clothes away and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Woah, the kitchen was huge. (http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/dream-kitchen-25.jpg) Maybe I will like living here after all. I looked around some and spotted my new dad sitting on the couch and watching TV. “Hey baby girl, how do you like your room?” my dad asked. 
“It’s huge!” I replied. 
“Good, well sweetie for dinner our neighbors are coming over to meet you. Is that alight with you?” he asked. I nodded. 
“Is that why mom went out?” I asked. He nodded. 
“Sweetie, what happened to you at the orphanage? You have so many bruises all over you. I don’t mean to be rude, I noticed them earlier but I didn’t want to push it.” He explained. 
“Oh, uhm. Some of them are from the orphanage some of them are not. The ones from the orphanage are from the people I shared my room with. They beat me when I told them not to touch my clothes.” I said with a tear rolling down my cheek remembering. My dad came over and hugged me. I felt safe in his arms. He then tickled me to cheer me up. “haha stopppp!! Haha!” I said, he stopped once I was on the ground with him hovering over me. Just then he pressed his lips on mine, I turned my head not wanting anything more to happen. Just then he slapped my cheek. I started bawling, I knew what was going to happen now, considering it happened before. I thought he was going to until he got up, “You will not tell your mother what just happened unless you want something worse to happen.” He stated and I nodded just then the doorbell rang.

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