I see people everywhere. I can't take two steps without getting ran over by some random person. I notice a empty bench. I walk over to it. I sit down on it. I stand all of my lugage up. I sit there and wait.
I notice 5 lads asking people there names. One runs up to me. He looks at me. "Hello" He says with a smile. He has brown curly hair and green eyes. He waves for some other people come over. 4 lads appear up behind him.
"She looks like him. Doesn't she?" The curly haired boy says.
"She does. Look at her eyes. She has his eyes." Says a Blond headed boy.
"Mmmhhmm. She does." Says a boy with a strpied shirt on.
"Ask her her name." Says a musculiar boy.
'What's your name?" Says a boy who seems to have spent at least a year to fix his hair.
They all have British accents. Except the blond headed boy. "My name is Eliza. Eliza Cowell." I reply. My irish accent rings a bit.
"This is our girl." Says the boy in the striped shirt.
I am freaked out. My Mum told me dad would send people to pick me up. Could these be the people he was talking about?
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Upside Down.
FanfictionEliza Cowell was just a normal girl who lived in Ireland. Her parents divorced after she was born. to protect her. Her Mum is sending her off the Britian to live with her Dad. He has sent some people to pick her up. What would you do if 5 completely...
