The door was opened to reveal a sleeping baby. They were wrapped in only a thin blanket and left shivering on the doorstep on a cold December night. There was a note blowing in the wind that was attached to the frayed, pink blanket. It was picked up and read.
Hello, my name is Star, please look after me.
It was just gone midnight and was pitch black apart from the dim street light flicking on and off a few houses down. No one could be seen even though the door bell had been rung only seconds earlier. The sleeping infant was picked up by warm, strong arms and was taken inside.
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The Girl With No Name (On Hold)
ФанфикMy name is Star, just Star. I don't have a last name. When I was a baby I was left on the doorstep of a house with only a blanket and a note saying that my name's Star. I'm 3. I live in a big house with lots of other children in. On my 3rd birthday...
