This is my first fanfiction, its about this boy name luke and how he gets adopted by a thug. ill make better ones.
Hevan's Hope Orphanage, sounds like it would be the place to be. The building was beautiful on the outside, flowers on the wall. Little Halo signs on the door and pictures of kids playing on the bottom of the wall. This was to make it seem like this place was hevan for kids.
Well that's a lie..
Luke Norman had been there the longest, ever since he was born he was at the orphanage. He was now 6 years old. He had brown hair, gray eyes and his lips were the cutest things in the world. The boy was always happy and spreading joy at the place.
The orphanage was poor on the inside, bow not like paint pilling off the wall poor, but it wasn't as glamorous as it seemed to be. The building was two floors. The first one had the main office, lunch room, bathrooms, library, and classrooms. The second floor had the bedrooms and adoption room.
In total there was about 30 kids, mostly boys but some were girls. The oldest kid there was a girl named Erica, she was 15. Erica was like the mother of all the kids, she took care of them and loved them with all of her heart. She didn't mind if she didn't get adopted, the orphanage was her family.