Danielle
Chapter 1
The beginning of a crazy adventure!
Disclaimer: I don't own the original Zoey101 people and the rest are made up.
A/N: I know I'm in the middle of two other stories but I just came up with this idea. Bear with me.
Danielle's POV:
My name is Danielle Miranda Reese. I'm an orphan. That's right an orphan. My parents had me due to a fling they had at 17. I'm 12 almost 13. So I guess that makes them...29. I live in a Childcare home. It's nice here. There are lots of kids. About 10. Sometimes I just wish I had real parents. I was sent to a foster home once but they cried over me and sent me back. Their names were Nicole and Michael Barrett. They have a daughter named Nathalie. I don't know why they cried when I told them my name. I have brown eyes and brownish hair. Well it's more like carmel colored. It's naturally curly but I straighten it everyday. People at school tell me I look like the famous model Dana Reese. I guess I do. I was born on May 18. It's November 8th today. A weird thing about me is that sometimes people will come up and start talking to me and I've never seen them before. I'll tell them that and they'll be like "Isn't your name Lizzie?" And I'll be like "No, it's Danielle."
I don't understand that. Now there's a knock at my door. I live in a bright red colored room with another orphan. Her name is Marissa Marie Davis. She is 14. She has blonde hair and green eyes. I like being around her. She is in here now. She is studying for a "monster test" she has tomorrow. Anyway, back to reality.
"Danielle?" Mrs. Miller asks through the door.
"What?" I ask as I open the door.
"We have some people here that want to meet you." Oh great.
"Ok just let me change and get ready. Tell them I'll be down in a few minutes." I said and she walked away.
I turned back to my room and sighed. Marissa looked up. I gave her that look that means visiters. She nodded. I went to my closet and picked out long faded jeans and a black shirt that says "When I decide, I'll let you know." in white letters. I changed clothes and put on black flip-flops. I ran a brush through my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. I rolled my eyes at Marissa making her laugh. She said good luck and I walked out.
Walking down the stairs the other kids looked at me and gave me a thumbs up. When I got to the door to Mrs. Miller's office I stopped dead in my tracks. I looked in to see Dana Reese the model and Logan Reese her movie producing husband. I walked in and they stood up.
"Hi Danielle. I'm Dana and this is my husband Logan."
"Hi." I said as I sat down beside Mrs. Miller.
"Danielle. I have something to tell you." Mrs. Miller said.
"What is it?" I asked trying not to sound too eager.
"These are your parents, Danielle. They want you back." My heart stopped. These are the people that abandoned me.
"I...I...don't want to go with them." I stated matter of factly.
"Dani, that's not your choice. They have rights to their daughter."
"Why don't you want to live with us? You know who we are don't you?" Logan asked.
"Of course I do. When I was little, I used to think "I wonder what it would be like to be their kid" But now, knowing that you guys had the nerve to leave me as a baby. I don't want to live with you." I said.
" But we want you to live with us." Dana said calmly.
"And I said no. How did you find me anyway?" I asked firmly. I wanted to cry but I wouldn't.
"From some friends of ours. Nicole and Micheal Barrett. They went to school with us and they told us that you stayed with them for a little while. We live in France now, and we want you to come there. So we can be a family." Dana told me. Stupid Barretts. This is their fault.
"We have rights to you and you will be coming with us." Logan said firmly.
"Why do you want me now? Now that I'm 12! 12!!!! Why would you wait until I'm 12 to want me?" I screamed, the tears falling freely.
"Sweetie, it's not their fault. They wanted you back years ago but didn't know where you were." Mrs. Miller explained.
"We just weren't ready for a child at 17. We're ready now." Dana told me as calm as possible.
"Look at me. I'm bawling my eyes out when I should be happy you guys at least came back for me. I guess I don't have a choice so when do I have to leave?" I smiled a small smile and wiped my eyes.
"That's more like it. And we are planning on leaving tomorrow. I have to get back to work. Logan has to stay in Hollywood for a few days to finish up a movie but me and you will go back and get you enrolled in school." Dana said as she hugged me. Today is Friday.
"Ok. I guess I better go start packing and say my goodbyes. So I guess I'll see you guys early tomorrow morning?" I asked as I stood up.
"Yes you should. We'll see you tomorrow." Dana stood and hugged me followed by Logan.
I walked up the stairs to my room and told Marissa all about it. We cried for a little while. She said to write to her when I get there so she'll know my address. I told everyone else goodbye and now I'm laying on my bed. I'm all packed. I just thought of one little problem. I don't know FRENCH! Are these people crazy? Do they really think I can just move to France and spit out the language? This is going to be one crazy adventure.
A/N: Just so you know, EVERYTHING IS IMPORTANT. Even the day it is when she meets her parents. The age they were at the time of their fling. All of it. I don't think it's too bad. I have writers block on my other stories and this is just an idea. Review!
-Breanna