A mind is drifting lost in internal oceans of many emotions,
always fighting to become the top. Some of these thoughts can be
seen to be disgusting and unacceptable by those who supposdley
are sane, but then again what is sane?
Gray's School of Special Children, was carved onto the stone arch
in front of a large semi modern gothic building, and around it
was a spacious garden colourful garden. A woman hidden by the
shadows of the night held a baby in her hand and held a little
girls hand in the other. The woman stared dreamily at the school
that beckoned her in with a hand cloaked in shadow.
"We had found you two outside on that summer night. The staff
didn't have an idea about what to do with you two so we phoned
the adoption agency but no one would adopt you two, and since you
never remember much of your mother Fiona we could not track down
any family, so we kept you two. Though i must admit it this
school isn't the best place..." trailed of Doctor Chokwos. He ran
his hand through his thin white hair and adjusted his large
glasses and peered at the two girls before them. Doctor Chokwos
had often tried to gausses at what the two girl's mother looked
like from them. Fiona was the older of the two sisters and
Mirabelle was younger by a year. Fiona was thin yet held more
strength than what could be seen; her eyes were large green and
wild, her light brown fell down her back. Mirabelle was like her
sister but with more obvious muscle darker eyes and darker hair.
'They are good kids really' thought Chokwos. 'There just
misunderstood, then again they have become rather secretive these
days, but then again they are teenagers'.
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