After that I was found by a kind lady whose name was Diana. She took care of me and after, because I had lived in London with her for 5 years (I was 8) I even had a British accent. But of corse, given my luck the police accused her of robbing a bank. I knew that she would never do that but I was just 8. No one would listen to me. Diana would. She would always believe me. She was sent to jail shortly. I was broken hearted. Did I mention that I had photographic memory? No? Oh well. I have photographic memory. I ran back to the house and packed my things. I ran into the woods and found an old house. It looked abandoned so I crept inside. I yelped in surprise when I saw wolves- cooking meat? The wolf that seemed to be in charge walked up to me as if 8 year olds commonly came in. "What's your name child?" She asked. I tugged out an eyelash (it was my nervous habit) and said "Sophie Foster" she nodded and I wondered how she could talk. "Why are you here?" She asked. "Where are your parents?" I broke down crying. She patted my back. "My parents were killed 5 years ago and my guardian was just arrested for a false crime." I cried. She looked sorry for me and walked close to me. "How about you stay with us?" She asked. I nodded my head. After all how many people can stay with a talking wolf? (Kinda a lot becuz camp Jupiter)
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Home again
FanfictionThis will be sofitz in the first few chapters but will go on full force sokeefe after cause that's what I shippppp. K sorry. Onto the description! Alternate universe where Sophie's parents get killed right in front of her when she was 3. Let's prete...
