Welcome To Your New Home, Problem Children.

Welcome To Your New Home, Problem Children.

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*you appear at a garden and walk to a table located in the middle where I am sitting drinking tea* Hello my new child. Sit down and have some tea. *A chair is pulling out for you to sit at and a teacup full of tea appears front of you after you sit down* I am Lyila (real name is Annabele. Using Oc name). Your new mother. You can call me anything you want, except for curse words then your grounded. I perfered female pronouns but don't really care. But enough about me come and meet your new siblings that have joined the household. I hope you get along well with them. Would you like some more tea? *I refill you tea cup* I know this is a lot to take in so, why don't you join me inside? You can pick your room, introduce yourself, and meet your new siblings.
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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