Family

{ Chapter 1: Separated }

{Hireath- (noun) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was.}

January 19th 2020

Ranboo POV

I was laying in bed, there wasn't much to do considering it was about 6am on a Sunday, The orphanage didn't 'start' until about 7:30. I always had a hard time sleeping if I wasn't given my medicine. I lived in a orphanage, it really was a old retired hospital the best i could describe it was a hospital or a hotel, they had care workers here that hated working, they had a few doctors that don't know what they are doing but other then that life is great, they don't give us much. Everyone here's family is dead, can't take care of their kids, etc. So we are all on state funding, which isn't a lot. The younger kids get the most care here, they have a few day rooms you can hang out in but they are designed for young kids, teens are even supposed to really be here. They have a fenced off playground and the windows are barred up or locked. So many kids escaped one year so they have high security, the older teens barely leave their rooms. We don't have phones, Pc's, or the internet, we are just given some books to read or write. Luckily the older you are the more likely you are to get your own room, which I was lucky enough to get. It's an old storage room but it's enough to fit a bed in here. The kids here mildly fear me, so I don't get visitors often. They are scared of me due to me being half Endermen, understood honestly, I'm freakishly tall for a 15 year old. 7'7 to be exact. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard a knock at the door and a lady's voice call.

"Wake up Ranboo! It's time for morning chores!" It was already 7:30? I looked to my clock and it was. How did time slip from me so easily? Its whatever I need to get up and help wherever I can so I can hopefully get some extra sleep in today. I sighed and got out of my bed and walked to my dresser and took an older white-T that was rather bleached stained, ripped in some parts but it was fine, better than nothing. I but on some black ripped jeans that were to small for me, they were also rather bleached stained and they showed off my ankles. I ruffed up my hair and put on some gray slip on shoes. We are survey understaffed so the older kids are expected to help make breakfast for the younger kids. I already smelled food cooking in the room over, now thinking about it I did have one friend here. He was a great cook and was fully human he normally made the food here for everyone. I opened my door and walked down the carpeted hallway past other rooms with numbers on the doors, past the stairway and into the kitchen, there was Bill.

"Good morning Ranboo!." his voice was soft and nice, despite it being 7 in the morning he was always so cheerful, I couldn't understand why.

"Morning Bill." the place was starting to wake up I took a plate of food and me and Bill walked to my small room, Bill shared his room with another person so we stayed in mine most of the day, my chores didn't start till after breakfast, I was part of the 'clean up crew' all I did was wash dishes even though the orphanage knew about my medical condition where I couldn't touch water, we made it to my room.

"Well how did you sleep, Ran?."

"I didn't sleep, Dr.Walker didn't give me my meds" I slightly laughed.

"Well that sucks, any family wanting to adopt you?."

"Is that even a question?."

"I got 2 offers this week, but they didn't want to adopt you so I didn't expect them."

"Oh Bill, if they are in town please expect them."

"I don't wanna just leave you here."

"I will be fine Bill, you need to go to a family anyway!"

"Nope. I won't leave you."

"Bill what if I got offered! I would have to take it! No one else wants me."