(A:/N) Allison: So this is a story that I came up with at ten at night. When I was very tired. It is very weird, and weird and also very weird. So in this chapter, Wylie is 6 along with Fitz and Biana and Linh are 5. I changed the ages so that the story will work.
Without further ado, here's the story...
It was a sad dreary sunday in the small town of Britshire, England. The sunday was a especially dreary for anyone with the last name of Endal.
Wylie Endal was a relatively normal kid, he went to school, he played sports and his dad was convicted murderer. That wouldn't be so bad, if his mother hadn't just been stabbed. It should be noted that Wylie's father hadn't stabbed his mother.
They were gathered in a clearing, not a special one as Wylie would have hoped, but a small treeless, clearing. The clearing hadn't been set foot in recently , clearly. There were weeds growing out of the small cracks between the paving stones. The headstones were unreadable, the ivy had grown over the names and dates. All was old and decaying, except for the brand new granite headstone sitting behind the pile of freshly dug dirt.
Cyrah Endal
1972-2002
Loving mother, wife, daughter and friend
"May the stars shine bright above my grave and all who reside beside me"
He stood around the grave, the funeral goers mulling around him, their words barely reaching his ears.
"Poor child, to lose both your parents before your ten…"
"You know Marge, the article I just read says that when a child's parents die before their ten, the emotional trauma is a lot less than one of a child who lost both their parents when they were say, fifteen."
"I swear the amount of murders in this town just keeps going up, fifty more and we'll be a landmark.."
A child not much older than he, came up and sat beside him. She didn't talk, or even move to comfort him in anyway.
Wylie turned his head to look at the girl, she was thin and fragile looking, with black hair that reached her waist and silver blue eyes. Eyes that were focused on the pile of dirt before them.
"Hi," he started, but soon realized that he had nothing else to say.
"Hi," the girl said a small smile creeping up her face.
"I'm Wylie."
"I'm Linh."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, neither wanting to break the silence. A voice rang out over the clearing.
"Linh Song get your bloody, butt over here, we're leaving in five minutes with or without you."
Linh got up and shot Wylie a small smile. Then she ran over to the harsh looking couple tapping their feet.
After most of the funeral goers had left, there were only five people sitting in the clearing. Wylie, a man with long blonde hair, a woman with dark brown hair and an elegant demeanor, and her children. Wylie had seen them around school, the older boy was in his class. Fitz, he remembered, the boy's name was Fitz. Fitz and his younger sister were up silently playing a hand game together by their mother's feet.
The man got up and walked over to Wylie, placed his hand on his shoulder and introduced himself.
"Hello there, I'm Tiergan and I'll be your guardian. I'm terribly sorry for the loss of your mother and the conviction of your father. I'll be taking you home with me and my family." He then waved at the group of people and they waved back. "That's my wife, Della and her two kids Fitz and Biana." They started walking towards a large dark blue minivan. Fitz and Biana sat in the two middle seats, leaving Wylie to crawl over them to the back.
"Would anyone like some snacks?," Della asked the group.
"Me, me, me, me, me, me, me," Fitz and Biana chanted in unison. Della handed them a large bag of Frazzles.
"Wylie dear would you like a snack? Or a juice pouch?"
"No thank you," he replied.
"Can I have some snacks," Tiergan asked. Della then handed him a bag of hula hoops. Tiregan opened them with one hand and poured them into his mouth.
"Tiergan, dear, please use car manner when you eat." She pointed to a poster that was hung over her head.
Della's Minivan Rules for eating
Please do not pour, dump, throw your snacks into your mouth. That's how you choke on delicious snacks.
When eating keep your mouth closed
When drinking use the straw provided,
Failure to comply with these rules will result in a temporary suspension from snacks
They sat in silence for the rest of the ride. Only the sounds of Tiergan, Biana and Fitz's chewing and the radio breaking the silence.
They stopped at a medium sized house in the center of town. It had brown stucco walls and white window frames, a small front garden with tulips growing in the dirt.
Della got out first and opened the door for the children. Fitz and Biana got out and ran to the door, then disappeared inside. Wylie got out more cautiously and stuck by Della's side. She led him into the house and up a staircase to a room with navy blue walls and white furniture.
"Here you go love," she said with an elaborate hand swoop across the room. "Your room,"
"Thank you Della," Wylie said quietly.
"Biana and Fitz's rooms are right down the hall and mine and Tiergan's room is downstairs, I will always wake up if you have an issue so don't be worried." She stroked his head and left the room, leaving Wylie to his own thoughts.
He looked around the room, the navy walls were blank and the furniture had almost nothing on it. He then realized that he had no possessions. Nothing to make this room his. At least not yet. Tiergan had left to gather his things from the old country house down by the river.
Tiergan came back a while later with a minivan load of boxes of clothes and other things. Him and Della set to work putting all the things into the room. Wylie stood in the corner and watched as his things were placed on the dresser and on the walls. They made his new bed and placed his teddy bear with the british flag T-shirt on the bed. By the time they had finished it was dark.
"Okay, house rules, bed by 8 lights out at 8:30, ask us if you're going to go anywhere. I'll wake you up at 7:30 sharp so that you can be early for school," Della explained, "Fitz is in your class so follow him when you come home from school. Okay?"
"Okay, Della,"
She left the room and closed the door. Wylie crept into the bed, pulled the covers under his chin and closed his eyes, ready for what the next day would bring.
AN:Allison: I don't know when I started shipping Tiergan and Della but apparently it's a thing. If you're wondering if the other characters will come in your answer is yes. Next Chapter, probably. So bye, until the next chapter.
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