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"You damn fucker! Where did you put my fucking shades!?" The boy with the cowlick yelled at Matt. "I didn't touch your stupid shades-!" Before Matt could finish, Oliver let out a high pitch yell. "Al! Put money in the swear jar!" He held up a jar filled with money. Al did what he was told and put 50 cents in the jar. Al looked at you. "What's with the kid?" Oliver scooped you up in his arms and held you close. "This is Elizabeth and she's your new sister!" "WHAT!?" Al yelled "you gotta be fu- Fudging kidding me!"-LATER-
You sat on your bed in your bedroom, you look at your window and see that it's getting very dark. "Hm..this should be a fun night." You hear Oliver call your name for dinner.
In the dining room you sat next to Oliver and Matt, Al sat across from you and a empty seat sits next to Oliver. "Uh..Oliver..what's with the empty seat?" Oliver looks at the chair and looks back at you. "Oh, François sits there." Who? "François..?-" before you could finish the front door open. After a few minutes you hear footsteps coming towards the dinning room. You looked up to see a tall French man with shoulder length blond hair and a cigarette in his mouth. "François!" Oliver squeals with excitement. The man sat down in his seat and looked at you then at Allen. "Hey, don't give me that look. I didn't bring this fucking brat ho-" "Allen! Apologize to your sister right now and put a dollar into the swear jar!" Oliver said as holding you close. You were used to this because of your uncle who you previously lived with four years ago.
After everyone ate you ask Oliver where the washroom was so you could take a bath. "Oh yes, I nearly forgot to show you around the place! Come along poppet, I'll show you to the washroom." You held Oliver's hand tightly as he showed you to the washroom. It took a while but you finally found the right temperature for your bath. As you sat there and began to splash the water a bit, you realized that you didn't know which was shampoo and which was conditioner. "Oliver!!" You yelled out. "I need your help!!" Few minutes later Oliver walked in, of course asking for permission first. "What's wrong poppet?" He asked a bit concerned. "I need help with my hair." Oliver smiled and walked over. "Alright poppet.." he kelt down next to the bathtub and began to wash your hair. At this point he hasn't seen your eyes and when he moved your hair away from your face his eyes widen a bit. You thought he was going to drown you because of your appearance. "I-If you try to kill me, I'll scream bloody murder..!" You tried to sound tough but he saw right through you. "Oh poppet..why would I kill you..?" His mouth form into a smile. "You're so cute, why would I kill such a young girl like you..?"
After that he did your hair. You didn't want him to cut your hair so you asked him just to style it. "Of course poppet." He said as he did your hair. Matthew walked in the room you and Oliver were in, which was the room that Oliver and François shared. "Hey Oliver, have you seen Kuma? It's feeding time and I can't find him anywhere.

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FanfictionYour name is Elizabeth Brown. You've lived in a orphanage for your whole life, well mostly for 6 years. You never had a good childhood because you would go to home to home and no one would keep you, until one day.