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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