Just a short chapter to introduce the story, I suppose. All of your characters have been accepted so far. I'm only keeping this open for another couple of days, so submit a few more characters, guys! Remember, they can be any age. They don't all have to be 11-15. Mix it up a little, like a seven year old for example. Submit via either PM or review.
In this story, Lily is still at the Dumping Ground.
If you were to suddenly wake up after a long, long sleep in England, you wouldn't believe it was October. The air was cold enough to be December, with blankets of frost and ice covering the pavements and tree trunks. All of the children at Elmtree House awoke to a biting cool air on that Saturday morning. Despite it being the weekend, nobody would be leaving the house today unless it was Tracy, Mike or Gina, then only to get food.
The children rubbed at their weery eyes and began to slowly cluster towards the kitchen, each one wrapped up in a blanket and a dressing gown. Lily shivered.
"Why's it so cold in here? What's up with the heating?" she complained, taking a seat beside Tee and pouring herself a cup of hot chocolate.
"Yeah, it's freezing in here," Tee nodded in agreement.
"No idea," Tracy replied, carrying a jug of orange juice to the table. "It was fine all last night, then it just stopped. Mike's gone to get some candles and heaters while we wait for a heating engineer to turn up."
A girl with black ringlets entered the room, with Harry and Geoff hanging off her neck. Sophie set Harry down in a seat and poured him some hot chocolate, with a little cup of it for Geoff, too.
"Geoff doesn't like the cold," Harry announced, frowning as he looked at his cup.
By now, everyone was seated at the table. Harry sipped at his hot chocolate, quietly drinking Geoff's when he had finished his own. Three teenage girls sat around one end of the table, leaving the other kids to scatter around the other chairs. They chatted about the freezing weather and nibbled at their toast, but only one girl was distracted.
Her eyes were focused on Tracy, surveying her every move. As creepy as it looked, the girl was merely being observant. Something was wrong with the young careworker, the determined yet upset look in her eyes. There was something that the careworkers were keeping from them, and Lorna wanted to know what it was.