Rhiannon's POV
I looked up at this new place, biting my lip as I did so. This was a care home called Elm Tree House, and this was where me and my HUGE family would be staying until we got fostered. And when I say huge family, I really mean huge family. Including me, there were 13 of us. And yet we all got accepted into the care home. I knew from the moment I saw it that it was going to be very interesting there...
But that's fast forwarded way too much. Time to rewind, so you can understand what's really going on. I guess if I have to start somewhere, it'll be two years ago. Back when we were living with Mum and Dad. We lived in this tiny bungalow with all of us squeezed into two bedrooms, but we managed just fine. Like I said, we had Mum and Dad, then me and my siblings, which put us at 15 people in one bungalow. Yeah, I know.
Okay, so my siblings. From oldest to youngest, it goes Tristan, then Ellie, then Harvey and Nina (they're twins), Katie, Freddie, Mina, Becca, Henry, me, Alice, Jack and Oliver. And we were happy, for the most part. But then, one day two years ago, things started changing. Mum and Dad got into a lot of fights, and as a year passed, things got worse...and then...
I don't want to remember that, so forward we go again, and there we were, all 13 of us, staring up at Elm Tree House and not really wanting to move.
"Come on, you lot!" Jemima, our social worker, prompted us, handing the bin bags with our stuff in to us. She walked up to the door and, after glancing reluctantly at my siblings, I followed, knowing they were close behind me.
Jemima knocked at the door and a plump, black-haired Jamaican woman wearing very bright-colored clothes opened the door. She smiled warmly at us. "Hi! You must be the Steele family. I'm Gina! Come in, come in!" she moved out of the way and we all trudged in, Jemima close behind us.
"Wow." Tristan muttered as we stood in the hallway. "This place looks a lot better than Burnywood."
"Don't judge a book by it's cover, Trist." Katie said warningly. But she said nohing else, because a short, pale, black-haired lady appeared in front of us.
"Hey!" Tracy said, smiling in a very...reassuring and friendly way. "I'm Tracy. Here, I'll show you to your rooms." she started heading upstairs and we all followed her. I kept my silence well, surprisingly. Perhaps it was the shock from earlier, I don't really know. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and kept following Tracy, wondering if this place really was better than Burnywood and the other care homes we'd been in previously...
Sorry this is so short, but it is only a prologue. Just gonna let you guys know that throughout the story, the POV will switch to other characters, not just to OC's but to characters from the actual show too. Hope you enjoyed! x