Broken Rules - Phan

Part 1

[It will all be written in Dan's POV unless stated otherwise]

I can remember it all like yesterday. The day before. The autumn had approached slowly and cautiously; like a human to a bunny rabbit. The orange leaves had crisped and fallen to the floor in unneat piles that I had been instructed to clean. The wind was cool, strong enough for a scarf but light enough to avoid a coat. Sometimes, if I close my eyes and inhale deep enough, I can smell the roasting of pumpkin pie from the stone ovens in the lunch hall. I can feel the cold breeze slip down my maroon scarf and tickle my neck. I can feel the leaves I'd carelessly left on the floor, crunch under my feet. If I think hard enough, I can relive it all.

It was early in the month of October and, as the good little boy I was, I was collecting leaves and plopping them into large, black rubbish bins. It was early in the morning, around six I presume, and I could feel the weight of my eyes and the bags underneath them dragging me down. I hated mornings. Always. Dottie loved them, she loved the sunrise and the colours, I mean it was beautiful. Just not at three in the morning when I could be sleeping.

As the bells chimed signalling eight, I carried the rake to the shed and proceeded to the lunch hall. I filed in all of the children, this school catered for people through ages 7 to 21, but most continued as sisters, brothers and volunteers as they had pledged themselves to God. People from 7 through 14 got to eat at 8am, respected seniors, such as me, got to eat at 8:20, when all of the minors were settled. You were a minor from 7 till 14, a practising brother or sister when 15 and 16 and a senior at 17. All people above eighteen were encouraged to take up full time work at the school, little to no people left.

However, people that were reformers had to legally stay until 21. Some people could be kept for longer. I often wondered why our Mother Superior allowed criminals to roam the halls, but she insisted that God forgives all and that everybody deserved a chance. I'd always stayed clear of the reformer section; it always scared me shitless. But on that particular day I could not avoid it. And I didn't want to stay away through all the months and years that followed.

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A/N
Okay so this is a super short introductory chapter, I've lied dead on this app for months but I have a super cool plan for this fic, so yay I guess.
Btw the style I'm writing in now is kind of my style, but imma try to adapt it to Dan a little more to make it a bit more realistic. Hopefully you will see why it is written in such a way tho.
Byee (*˘︶˘*)