I'm not even going to apologies for the length anymore, just assume that there's a reason to it being short (which there is). I'm sorry for no updating last night, but seriously; you would not have wanted to read it, I was pretty off my face ^.^. My house got robbed last night :o We think it was somebody from the party given the circumstances which is scary D: I don't think they came into my room... scary if they did.
Broadwaygirl21: I think she's a lot of peoples favourite ^.^ she's definitely the most opinionated hehe
Elphaba'sGirl: Really? lol, I thought it wasn't very good but yay :D and yeah, I had to make baby Relena ^.^
The Wizard Of Wicked: No drunk chapter! I'm proud :D Aw thanks :3 I really wanted to write Brr in again and I wanted baby Relena because Relena is adorable :3 hehehe look at me, going gaga over my own characters :P
Boq walked down the street, kicking a stone. He was on his way home from school. That's what the Ozfornage had become to him, a home. Nobody else wanted him in their own. Next year though, Boq would be sixteen and legally able to leave the institution. He was already the oldest there, everyone else from his age group had already been adopted long ago. He hadn't gone one day here without wondering what his real parents were like, why they dumped him on the steps like he was garbage. He'd walk the streets, picking out random people and coming up with stories to why they would do it. Coming up with situation after situation, hoping one day he'd pick the right business man or the right weather woman; maybe one day he'd be stopped on the street by a couple, recognizing their long lost child. Thunder erupted through the sky, causing Boq to snap out of his day dream. He looked up and noticed he had managed to already make his way to the old building. There was a letter missing on the sign, it was now spelling out 'Ozfor age' reminding Boq of his current situation. He took a deep breath in and walked quickly to the door, desperate to get inside before it started to rain.
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Boq lay on his bed, staring up at the mattress above him. Being the oldest didn't mean you couldn't be bullied out of top bunk. Boq began to day dream about a girl in his class; She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, short blonde curls which just framed her face, seemingly permanently pink glossed lips and eyes that just popped. He had managed the courage to talk to her once, disguising it as asking for help on a math question that he already knew the answer to. She had kept calling him Biq and she had gotten the answer wrong, but Boq didn't care. All he cared about was the fact that Galinda Upland knew he existed. He sighed and rolled to his side, a smile finding its way on to his lips. He sighed happily and closed his eyes, he could be with her in his dreams.
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