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Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, except for a few mildly unimportant ones, you know the drill

I stopped in front of the ancient house. "Victoria! Keep moving so we can get rid of you! " said Miss Jikler, an old crotchety woman who was so ugly and stupid no man in their right mind would marry her. "Maybe for good this time," she muttered under her breath.

My name is Tory Brennan. My parents died in a car crash a year ago. Since then, I have been in 4 foster homes, with Miss Jikler as my supervisor. I'm what they call a "runner". As you probably figured out, I run. Away.

Miss Jikler pushed me. I stumbled and turned around, ready to slap her. At that moment, the front door opened and a middle-aged lady stepped out. She had blonde hair and a slim, tall figure. She was my new foster mom.