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She is, for all intents and purposes their mother, although with no blood relation

They spend most of their waking time together, but they are not siblings

This is the Grace Field House... An Orphanage.

THE END OF A DREAM... THE START OF A MORNING.

But for a certain brunette teenage girl, it was not.

'The end of a dream, the start of a morning... No, let's rephrase that. It's more like the end of a nightmare and the start of another nightmare.' the 14 year old Mischka thought, still laying down on her fluffy bed.

It was currently 5:15 am, still a far cry before waking up but her body was forced to open her eyes and senses because of a certain raven haired emo boy who had the guts to ring the call bell beside her ear to wake her up.

"Wake up, you still need to help me prepare breakfast." the raven haired teenage boy said, occasionally ringing the bell beside her ear. Mischka, who just wanted her sleep covered her whole body with her thick comforter, hoping to block out the noise that the raven haired boy was making, in short, Ray who was ringing the bell beside her ears.

Mischka let out a groan in annoyance, trying to ignore the noise that her fellow teenager was making. She tried to sleep it out, covering her poor ears from the irritating noise that the bell was making. The raven haired boy let out a sigh, in both annoyance and tiredness.

"Fine, you wanna stay like that? Then be like it." Ray spoke, his voice still groggy and hoarse due to him just waking up, not to mention that he was also kind of annoyed by her behavior, and his voice being deep doesn't help either. Let's just say that the puberty fairy had given him a visit a year or so and granted him something. Say that he had grown a little Adam's apple so his voice became quite deeper than he did when he's in his childhood prime, he became taller too and when I say taller, TALLER. Puberty had given him a lot of things too, but that's another story for another time.

Now hearing the defeat in Ray's voice, Mischka smirked under her blanket, believing that he already gave up on her. The door of the room creaked open as Ray's footsteps left the room. Mischka smiled in victory when she heard that Ray had left the room, thinking that she could continue her sleep.

She confidently took off the blanket from her lower body, confident that no one will bother her now. She snuggle to her cold and fluffy pillow. Nothing beats the cold, smooth, and fluffy bed to continue sleeping. Everything seems to be so perfect, just a perfect way to continue sleeping without any worries

Until...

A cold and wet feeling covered her body. Upon feeling that sensation all over her body, she immediately shot up from her bed. Now falling and rolling on the floor before standing up to mess up whoever splashes that water on her.

Turns out, just before she drifted to her dreamland, she didn't notice Ray's footsteps as he entered the room. Just about as Mischka close her eyes to sleep, Ray dumped a bucket of ice cold water on her body as a method to either mess with her, wake her up or torture her.