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The bell rang for everyone to wake up.
"Good Morning, everyone!" Emma yelled loudly enough to wake up everyone in the room.
"Time to get up, or you'll miss breakfast!" [Name] yawned as she slowly got up to the sound of Emma's announcement.
It's been seven years since [Name] arrived at the orphanage. Her suspicions became quite high throughout her stay.
The [h/c] brought her feet to the floor and began to put on her shoes. As she tied the last one, a little ravenette girl came up to her, on the verge of tearing up out of distress.
"[Name], can you help me? I don't know how to tie the laces." Yvette said. [Name] gave a small chuckle.
"Of course, no need to cry." She smiled as she bent down to help the little girl.
"Thank you."
"Come on, now. You don't wanna miss breakfast." [Name] placed Yvette onto her back, and sped downstairs to the dining room. She eventually let the girl down so she could play with her other siblings. As she was watching from afar, she felt a slight push on her left shoulder. She stumbled a little, going forward to prevent herself from falling.
"Oh! Sorry, [Name]." She looked to her side to see Emma with Phil on her back. "Good Morning!"
She let out a small chuckle at the bright eleven year old. "Good morning, Emma." As she began to step towards the wall and looked around the room, she saw the white haired boy pushing a cart with food on it.
"Good Morning, Norman!"
"Morning, [Name]." The [h/c] waved at Norman and stood there, watching all of her siblings.
"Morning, [Name]." The girl looked back to where Norman was previously and saw Ray holding some food as well.
"Oh, Morning Ray." [Name] greeted as she gave a slight wave to the ravenette. All of a sudden Emma ran in once again with Phil on her back. But this time, Phil's hand was inside of Emma's cheek.
"Oh, hey guys! Good mowning!"
"Hi, Emma! Morning." Norman politely greeted.
"Mowning, Emma." Ray greeted as well, while also mocking her childishness.
"You're full of energy already? You haven't even had breakfast yet." [Name] chuckled.
"C'mon, how old are you? Five?" Ray retorted. Emma did not look happy.
"I'm eleven. Same as you guys! And one of the oldest kids here!" [Name] giggled at how offended Emma was.
"[Name]..." The ginger whined. Another giggle was heard from behind Emma.
"You're laughing too, Mom?"
"Emma, come help me out."
"In a minute! I wanna redo my entrance 'cause Ray teased me."
"Why change it? It showed just what I love about you."
"That I'm five years old at heart?" Her mother, Isabella, shook her head.
"That isn't what I meant. I love how deeply you care about your family." Isabella lovingly cupped her hands around Emma's cheeks. From afar, Ray and [Name] were observing as they prepared the tables for their meal.
"Geez, she really loves Mom, huh." Ray stated.
"I mean, who wouldn't. Just by her charisma, it wouldn't be surprising."
"But I will admit," [Name] added in, "...she does seem obsessed."
"Mhm." Ray agreed. The bell then immediately rang, signaling that it is time to eat. Everyone sat down at their seats in front of their full plates. Once everyone was in their seats, Isabella spoke up as she brought her hands together.
"Good Morning to you, my darling children. Now, let us appreciate that all 39 of you are able to live happy lives under this roof." She closed her eyes in silence giving everyone a moment to say their prayers in their head.
"We are thankful."
"Thank you for our breakfast." Everyone thanked in unison.
Everyone eagerly ate their food. Conny was being fed by Mom as in comparison to a baby, but there was no problem, since it was her day today. Conny was being adopted.
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"Age eleven, Type one. Answer each question within ten seconds. When you hear the tone, begin."
"BEEP."
It was the time of the day where the kids took their daily tests. The room was silent, as all of the kids, carefully answered each question to the best of their ability. There was no light, as the only object that lit up the rooms were the screens on the desks. A few of the questions were hard for the kids to understand and answer. But it was never any problem for Emma, Norman, Ray, and [Name]. They were all effortlessly the top scorers of the orphanage.
As [Name] finished her test, she let out a sigh and rested her head on the screen in front of her. She never seemed to understand why these tests always made her so nervous. Although these tests didn't mean anything, it meant something to her. She felt the need to get perfect scores every time. She believed that this feeling was weird, but did not think much of it. And lately, she has successfully been getting good scores. A conversation arose the room.
"Well, I think I got at least half." Thoma confidently said. Everyone mumbled in astonishment.
"I'm jealous. I didn't get most of the questions." Conny replied innocently. Isabella walked up to the front of the room with a paper in her hand.
"Let's quiet down and go through the results." The suspense only filled [Name].
"Norman,"
"Ray,"
"Emma," And?
"[Name]."
"Perfect scores again! Fantastic, I'm so proud!" As Emma cheered loudly, [Name] let out a sigh of relief of hearing her name being called out. She then mysteriously felt a moment of deja vu.
Why does this all feel so familiar...
Ever since [Name]'s first day at the House, waves of deja vu have been hitting her, more frequently as time flew by. Although everything was unfamiliar, it still felt... familiar. Asking herself that question even began to get repetitive.
"None of us even come close to those four."
"Norman alone is smarter than all of us combined."
"And then there's Ray, who's good at solving any problem he's faced with."
"There's also Emma, who learns really fast so she can keep up with them easy."
"To top it off, there's [Name] who just came here smart. I wonder where she gets all of her knowledge from."
"They say the House has never had four kids at this level together before!"
"No wonder Mom's proud of them."
As Don overheard these conversations, the blood inside of him started to boil.
"Norman!" The room fell silent, all of the attention being brought upon Don and Norman.
"I'm challenging you to tag!" In response, the boy gave a small chuckle, agreeing to the challenge.
