Can you imagine being adopted by Demi Lovato? Well, Charolette Cunningham can. This book shares the good and bad sides of our beloved Demi and the one and only Charley.
DEMI'S POV Charley walks through the front door, beaming. She see's me and runs up to hug me.
"Oof! How was your day, baby girl?" Charley laughs at me and says,"Wonderful! I got my teacher fired, the principal asked for your autograph, and the music teacher said he was impressed with my saxophone skills!" I just stare at her like she's a nutcase while she laughs and I eventually join her.
"Do you have to go anywhere tonight, Mama?" She asks, her smile beginning to fade. "Yes, but you get to come with me!" Charley claps and claps. Then she runs up the stairs. I consider following her, but I decide against it. She needs time alone.
I continue tweeting about the Ellen Show tonight when the door bell rings. I jump up and run to the door. I look through the peep hole and shout,"Who is it?"
"It's the most handsome guy in the whole world!" I laugh and open the door. "Hola, Hermosa. How was your day?" I giggle as he crushes me in a hug.
"My day was okay. Apparently Charley got her teacher fired from school today." I laugh but Wilmer just frowns. I poke his cheek,"Are you okay?" He nods and throws on a breath taking smile. Am I lucky or what?
CHARLEY'S POV I run upstairs to my room. I quickly whip out my pencil and begin sketching on a piece of paper. My thoughts wander to my birthday. My birthday is on August 27th and today is the 10th. I frown. I'm going to be six. I don't like it. I like being five. I like to be younger than my friends because I don't want to become wrinkly. I shrug and decide to debate growing up later.
Tada! I finished! I hope Demi likes my picture! I stumble down the stairs to show Demi my picture. I turn the corner to see Demi and Wilmer playing smoochy face. I shout her name and she just tells me to go the f**k away. My heart feels like it cracks. I tear up my picture and throw it on the ground. Demi doesn't love me anymore.
DEMI'S POV "Go the f**k away!" I shout at Charley. There is a ripping sound and I hear her running up the stairs. What did I just do?
I pull away from Wilmer and walk up to the paper Charley tore.
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It's a picture of me. Just go numb, Demi. I promise the hurt will go away. If you just cut, just once, all of this will disappear. I plug my ears and pick up the drawing. I find the second piece and quickly tape it together. I then place the drawing on the fridge for everyone to see. Wilmer watches me with a confused look. He just shakes his head and tells me he has to go. I stand there, alone.
Should I confront Charley? I feel the girl is smarter than me sometimes. I don't know how she will react or what she'll do. Maybe she'll hate me. Maybe she'll never forgive me. Maybe she'll have too.....I'm about to break down into tears when my phone rings.
"Yeah?" I sniffle, trying to hide the fact that I'm about to cry.
"Where the hell are you? The show starts in ten minutes!" Craaaaaaaaap.
