Ivory's POV-
I started walking towards the orphanage as I heard sirens. Fire truck sirens. Two fire trucks sped past me. Whatever. . . I picked up the pace, and ran towards the orphanage, seeing smoke rising from the area of the old place. No. I ran until I saw it. A burnt down home. Not any home, but my home. The orphanage. A police came over to me.
"Uhm did you live here?" He asks.
"Did. My birth father adopted me and left me again. I was just on my way back." I say.
"So he still has custody over you?" The police asks. I nod,
"Come with me, we will call him and if he doesn't show he loses custody and you'll go to the orphanage in NJ." He says. I nod, taking it all in. I don't know where I stand. I'm kinda hoping Chris comes...
Chris's POV-
'Low battery 1%' my phone signaled. Great. I've been up texting everyone I know to keep and eye out for Ivory. I'm such a fuck up. I can't believe I fucked this up. I set down my phone and close my eyes. I laid back on my bed. Let's call it a day.
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Adopted by Chris Cerulli?!? *SLOW UPDATES* | *COVER BEING MADE*
FanfictionI'm Ivory Rhiannon. I am twelve years old and I have dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm the 'weird' or 'goth' one at the orphanage. Oh did I not tell you i'm a orphan? Yeah, my 'mom' and 'dad' gave me up. Well, this is my story.
