𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄, 911

"𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨.
𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣,
𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣."
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ rein me in, 𝘚𝘢𝘮 𝘍𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘵 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯

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𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃; the Buckley family tree is built on the foundations of seeded secrets and tormented truths, living in the environment that never was made to grow.

The root of their tree was nothing but toxic, scrapping at the bark, begging to be let out. Maddie, Maxine and Evan suffocated for years, those seeds seeping into every crescent that London had to offer. They didn't have lives, not really. Everything was tainted by everything that came before them.

Only when they move across the world, cutting themselves from the line that held them together so tightly - that those branches really did start to feel like they could grow.

or 𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘽𝙀 Maxine-Jane Buckley starts a new life in America, learning how to let go of the ghosts that haunt her every move. Treading lightly on the caution tape around her past, and finally learning to replace it with a new place called home. The 118 isn't perfect, but to Maxy, it might aswell be.

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A Buckley sibling fanfic where they are actually British.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝘽𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 + 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙊𝙘 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚! 𝙊𝙘 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚