When my parents found me I was an abandoned child in Ukraine. I had scratches all over me from the war that had happened. My mother cared for me since she was one of the major paramedics there from London. That was when I was only a couple months old. She tried looking for my family, but they were nowhere to be found, and Ukraine was so messed up they just gave me over to her.
Mother soon returned with me to London and her husband. As the years passed I developed dirty blonde hair, my eyes became bluer, and my features became more defined. I was the one that looked like a doll. When I was seven years old someone moved into the house next to mine. We greeted them, and noticed that they had an eight year old son. He had black hair, hazel eyes, and a deep frown always set on his face.
Our parents would always send us to each other's houses, but we hated each other so we would always bicker. It usually ended up with me crying, and his forced apologies. Never will this guy be nice. That was when I was little though.
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Not a lot of detail, but I can't spoil everything. ;]