𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Emma, Astoria, Ray and Norman are the brightest kids at Grace Field House orphanage, and under the care of the woman they refer to as "Mom", all the kids have enjoyed a comfortable life. Good food, clean clot...
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ᥫ᭡ ❛ FALLING ❜ ♫
━ a ray tpn fic! ˎˊ-
001. ━ ❝ MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY IT. ❞ ✩
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DISCLAIMERS!
strong language , angst
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THE CLOCK HIT 6AM, meaning it was time for the children to get up and out of bed, ready to begin their day.
"EVERYONE, WAKE UP! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR BREAKFAST!" Emma's voice echoed through the bedroom.
At 6 O'Clock sharp, the house begins it's day with the ringing of a bell.
And Emma's loud shouting.
Astoria sat up, her bed hair was all over the place. It looked like somebody had grabbed a balloon and rubbed it on her head.
I've been living here for ten years already now.
"COME BACK HERE, LANNION!" Thoma shouted to the onion-head who was racing through the bedroom.
"NO WAY!" He shouted back.
Astoria rolled her eyes in amusement as she tied her own laces before helping Alicia, who was struggling with hers.
I'm one of the eldest out of the 39 kids who currently live here.
"Morning, Astoria!" Don called out from the side room as she walked past.
Astoria gave him a smile, "morning, Don! You too, Conny!"
Conny gave her a smile, "Good morning, Astoria!"
I'm sorry about tonight, Con.
Astoria thought as she continued down the hall.
Our personalities, ages and the colours of our skin all differ. No one here is related by blood, but I love them all equally. Even if they do quite often annoy me.
"We made it!" Emma said, giggling as she came to stand next to Astoria.
Astoria smirked as she saw a familiar ravenhead, "Yep, and I'm going to start my day." She said, walking towards Ray, "Put your hair up, give the world a void of that forehead."
