The Orphanage
This is F, her name isn’t actually F, no one knew what her name actually is, because...her
parents just said her name is “F.” Anyways it goes the same with her 2 friends ”A” and “B”
they’re both sisters. F has black hair, her hair is mostly in a bun, she’s ten years old. She
wears a grey dress, obviously a girl, wears glasses and has teal eyes and she doesn’t
smile…A is 8 years old, she has blonde hair obviously wears a bun, and a white dirty
dress, a girl, doesn’t smile... has black eyes. B is a girl, 8 years old too, blonde hair her
hair is in a bun, black eyes, smiles, wears a grey dress. Anyways when they were there,
they met a really strict main-tran, her name is “Miss Z” they were all surprised that her
name was just “Z” alright so when they toured the place it didn’t really look, good…”GO
TO SLEEP!” yelled miss Z “b-but, what about dinner..?” “NO DINNER!” “okay…” “ugh
c’mon B!...” “o-okay..” “all of them couldn’t sleep, they couldn’t take it anymore they were
being bossed around and yelled at..they had to do something….F sneaked out while A
and B were sleeping. F packed her things, and A and B’s things, woke them up,
but before they could leave..miss Z caught them…”WHAT ARE YOU KIDS DOING!?”
“RUN!” shouted A, “HEY!” “come back here!” they all went out the door, running as fast as t
hey can, B!? “Oww!” “B!” shouted F and A, miss Z was catching up! “C’mon B!” “okay!”
“LOOK!” “isn’t that your house?!”, “yeah” “c’mon we can go in!” “F!” “what??” “no one’s
home right?...” “i’m pretty sure!” “WAIT” “What, B?” “what if it’s locked?” “WINDOW?!”
“YES C’MON!.” They went through the window, closed it shut before miss Z could even
get in! “OPEN UP!” “YOU BRATS!!” they were in A and B’s mom and dad’s bedroom,
behind the door, shaking..miss Z tired to open the back door… “guys?” “yeah?” “
I think we should just stay here until, she’s gone??” “yeah probably…” “ I don’t think she’ll
even go away!” B said almost crying…” “hey are you okay…?” “yeah”..” “UGH”
“YOU GUYS OPEN UP RIGHT NOW!!!” “i’m really---” “UGH I CAN’T DEAL WITH
YOU BRATS I’M LEAVING! I’M GETTING, YOU GUYS NEXT TIME!....”
parents just said her name is “F.” Anyways it goes the same with her 2 friends ”A” and “B”
they’re both sisters. F has black hair, her hair is mostly in a bun, she’s ten years old. She
wears a grey dress, obviously a girl, wears glasses and has teal eyes and she doesn’t
smile…A is 8 years old, she has blonde hair obviously wears a bun, and a white dirty
dress, a girl, doesn’t smile... has black eyes. B is a girl, 8 years old too, blonde hair her
hair is in a bun, black eyes, smiles, wears a grey dress. Anyways when they were there,
they met a really strict main-tran, her name is “Miss Z” they were all surprised that her
name was just “Z” alright so when they toured the place it didn’t really look, good…”GO
TO SLEEP!” yelled miss Z “b-but, what about dinner..?” “NO DINNER!” “okay…” “ugh
c’mon B!...” “o-okay..” “all of them couldn’t sleep, they couldn’t take it anymore they were
being bossed around and yelled at..they had to do something….F sneaked out while A
and B were sleeping. F packed her things, and A and B’s things, woke them up,
but before they could leave..miss Z caught them…”WHAT ARE YOU KIDS DOING!?”
“RUN!” shouted A, “HEY!” “come back here!” they all went out the door, running as fast as t
hey can, B!? “Oww!” “B!” shouted F and A, miss Z was catching up! “C’mon B!” “okay!”
“LOOK!” “isn’t that your house?!”, “yeah” “c’mon we can go in!” “F!” “what??” “no one’s
home right?...” “i’m pretty sure!” “WAIT” “What, B?” “what if it’s locked?” “WINDOW?!”
“YES C’MON!.” They went through the window, closed it shut before miss Z could even
get in! “OPEN UP!” “YOU BRATS!!” they were in A and B’s mom and dad’s bedroom,
behind the door, shaking..miss Z tired to open the back door… “guys?” “yeah?” “
I think we should just stay here until, she’s gone??” “yeah probably…” “ I don’t think she’ll
even go away!” B said almost crying…” “hey are you okay…?” “yeah”..” “UGH”
“YOU GUYS OPEN UP RIGHT NOW!!!” “i’m really---” “UGH I CAN’T DEAL WITH
YOU BRATS I’M LEAVING! I’M GETTING, YOU GUYS NEXT TIME!....”
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