Blue walls, white floors. Six slightly screwed kids. Six (un)willing voulenteers.
Welcome to Seafront House.
Asha sat in her favourite corner, wearing her favourite white t-shirt and favourite blue jeans. She held a thin book open in her hands; she cast her eyes over every page, every word, taking in the story of the abandoned wolf cub. This was how Asha would happily spend every day, no lessons, no therapies, just her and a few books. Maybe her manuscript paper, too. Asha was a wonderfully talented musician; she loved writing music. However, at this moment in time, she wasn't thinking about music, or the other people in the room, or even her brother. She was solely focused on the book she held in her hand, and the story of the wolf cub.
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Adrian stood at the foot of the stairs, waiting for Alice Rho to come down. Some kid had just gone up to find her for him, and he shifted from foot to foot, nervously. Seafront House seemed nice enough, but Adrian couldn't get it out of his head that some of these kids were mentally unstable. He shrugged off his battered brown leather jacket and folded it over his arm, looking around. Every wall he could see was blue, and every floor was white. Even the stairs were white. The clock on the wall read '3:56' and Adrian counted the minutes he was early by. “Four minutes,” he sighed to himself, and looked to the top of the stairs.
Just kidding, all's cool))
