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Chapter One

The multiple entirely painted dollhouse's aligned against the surprisingly pleasing walls which just happened to be over one hundred years of age. The flamboyant colors of these walls light up the nursery bringing the objects to live. The sumptuous choice in chairs which are emerald green which sits in a perfect circular position around a crystal blue coffee table. The five bunk beds aligning the north and south walls of this room to observe the beautiful scenery of a town filled with life.

But such a city sat alone for 71 years and was contrived by this homes 3rd owner. The man who owned this house back in 1923 Robert Middleton took over the foster home after his father's death. This man was quite the dreamer and the world for him wasn't exciting enough. All this man wanted was a genuinely lovely world, so he had started rebuilding the dull nursery in hopes of making this foster home into an imagination palace. He put in almost all of his money into buying emerald colored chairs, blue crystal tables, whimsical wallpapers; dollhouse's with multiple floors and balconies and luxury beds and mattresses. He was thrilled to start running this foster home again.

Suddenly, one night as the rain cried hard and loud and the winds could lift up a human being in anger the walls shook the newly painted walls and the large, detailed windows smashed. A dry-sounding voice whispered from the walls and windows and wind blowing in. This voice was a very familiar voice but the words this voice was saying were impossible to translate. A wave of fear had supposedly swept Robert when he realized who this voice was. Later that night Robert made the mistake of staying up and had been murdered, and it was declared an unknown cause. This dilemma had affected the next five owners of this shop on the same day and month as Robert. Even scarier, they all had one thing in common: the fact that one of the everyone's body parts was ripped off and not found. All of those who had inherited the home was a family member of Robert, everyone taking ownership was murdered exactly five years apart for very different causes, oh my!

Now let's shove aside the background information and get right to the point. My name is Molly Middleton; I'm 27 years of age, and I have never done anything productive with my life until now. Today is the day I finally open up that lousy orphanage to the public and make something of it! I'm taking up a very tough job, and I will make sure that foster home is precisely what Robert Middleton wanted!

The taxi jerks to a rough stop making me slam my face into the rough back of the obviously fake leather seats.

"Come on out lady," my incredibly sassy taxi driver nagged

"Well, that was rude," I say in a very annoyed tone. This man almost broke my nose and didn't even apologize and now all of a sudden he's rushing me out of his car onto the streets of London. The man gives me a growl, and I shove into his hand a crisp $20 bill which I had gotten at the bank the day before, he drives off.

"MY LUGGAGE!" I scream, and he jerks to a stop, I run up to his bright yellow taxi car and grab my two jumbo-sized suitcases, slam the trunk of the car, scream at the driver and strut off because I felt it would be appropriate.

"People these days!" I complain as I shove a piece of gum into my mouth and start chewing it obnoxiously making sure everyone on these crowded streets hears and feels my pain.

At last, I stop being stubborn and start walking along the sidewalk . I finally see it; a large, rundown (Yet very well managed) brick block of an orphanage. What kind of a "wonderland" is this!?