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✧˖°ౄ𖤓 Lily, Emma, Ray and Norman are the brightest kids at the Grace field House orphanage, And under the care of the woman they refer to as "Mom," all the kids have enjoys a comfortable life...
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Warnings : Strong language, small detail of injury
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❝Come on, you two, Don't let us hinder you.❞
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-Lily's POV-
I woke up on a cold hard floor, my head was pounding. I stood up and observed my surroundings. It looked like some sort of village for dolls. It was colourful, it looked fun. Almost like a playground. I also noticed some windmills too. It looked like something out of a fever dream.
I was in different clothes now too. I was wearing a white blouse and black leggings along with my old boots from Grace Field. My hair was tied up into a low ponytail too instead of down like I always had it.
It better have been Mom who dressed me. I SWEAR I will fucking rage.
I observed my surroundings for a moment.
Where am I? Is this the human world?
I almost laughed at my thoughts as I looked down at my boots before looking back up, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing at myself as I looked around again.
As if. I was one of the highest graders back in Grace Field. There's no way they'd ship me to the human world.
Mom's sobs and expression was the last thing I remembered before falling unconscious. I didn't know what happened. I didn't know how long I'd been out for, I didn't know where I was. I didn't know a damn thing and it slightly worried me.
Did I hit my head?
Or did my last braincell leave my brain?
I looked down at my hands.
Yeah, probably just me losing my last braincell. IF I had one to even begin with.
I began to take a little walk around before I saw someone. A human. "Hey!" I called out, waving my arms around like a lunatic. He had blonde hair and he was relatively tall. He turned around and saw me, shock written all over his face as he slowly approached me.
As he got closer, I could see a red stripe in his hair. He was wearing a brown top and black trousers, along with the same brown boots that I had too. "Are you injured?" He asked.
I looked at him, slightly confused. "Why would I be injured?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He looked at me in realization, "You're one of the replenishments." He whispered to himself, coming closer to me. "I'm Oliver." He said, extending his hand.
