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Train Wrecks (Orion × OC) (Orion and the Dark)

Requested by: ME 😭😭😭

Y'ALL, I KNEW I WAS GOING TO MAKE AN OC. I KNEW IT FROM THE START, I SWEAR, I'M SO PREDICTABLE.

Just a heads-up, the OC is going to be kind of similar to me. I headcanon her, or I guess canon her? with ADHD. I don't know what the actual symptoms are for others, but I'm just giving her the symptoms that I have. I don't have ADHD, but I'm just going off of my experience. If these aren't accurate, you can tell me so I can be better informed! Thanks!

Also, the OC is part French. There's also something else about her, but I want to keep it a surprise. ☺️

Just thought I'd tell you. I'll tell you about the actual OC later when I've got her all figured out.

Btw, GOOGLE TRANSLATE LIES TO YOU APPARENTLY. So please tell me if any of the French translations are wrong.

Btw, I HAVE to thank Donutiscooltoo for helping me with this. Couldn't have done it without you, pal!

Thank you and enjoy!
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"There you are, sweetie! How are you? How was school today?" The usual questions I get from my mom as I come home from school. She kisses me on the cheek, and I smile.

"I'm fine, mom! School was...okay."

My mother's smile faltered at this. "Okay? Honey, if anything at school is bothering you, you know you can tell us, right?"

"Yeah, mom, I know," I respond, but in reality, I don't know. Mom always seems so laid-back, and I wouldn't know what it's like. I have a BILLION thoughts racing through my mind all the time, most of them anxieties and things that could possibly never happen.

I go to the school counselor often, and he tells me to document my feelings somehow. So I do! In my trusty diary. I come back home and rush to my room to get my thoughts all out while they're still there.

I now go to greet my second mother. As soon as she sees me, she kisses me on both cheeks in that friendly manner. My Meré has always been the cheekier one of the two, always more...lax in how she raises me. She's the type of mother who would let you climb a mountain with no safety equipment if you asked her.

"Mon cheri, Anne-Marie! How was school today?"

"It was good, Meré."

Suddenly, my grandmother sees me, and I smile. She had been listening to her old French songs again. My grandmother has always been a great listener, and a constant source of advice to me. She's very dear to me, and even though I would love to go to France, where she lived and grew up on the countryside, I'm glad we have her here now to share her wisdom with us.

"Ma petite chérie! How was school today?" She happily greeted as she kissed me on both cheeks and hugged me. As we hugged, I could smell her rose perfume.

"Tout allait bien, grand-mère. I'm happy to see you too," I answered. She then asked me the one question, that everyone asked me, really, that always caught me off guard after every sub-par school day.

"Hey, Marie, as-tu enfin invité ce garçon à sortir avec toi?"

I blushed bright red and shook my head furiously. "GRANDMA, non! Non, I haven't.......I'M GOING TO MY ROOM NOW, OKAY BYE!"

And with that, I ran off to my room, Mom looking at where I just went. My Meré was glaring at my grandmother, who was laughing and shaking her head.

As I got to my room, I practically threw myself onto my bed in embarrassment. I then started to write my daily entry in my diary. Wait...you shouldn't look! THIS IS PRIVATE!
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