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2p F.A.C.E Family x Child Reader
part 1 (Adoption)
[Name]-Obviously you name [H/C]-Hair Colour [H/L]-Hair Length [E/C]-Eye Colour ~...~-thoughts
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[3rd person pov]
the young girl watched as her farther hit her mother,yelling at her,when the mother stopped moving he turned to the young 5 year old,her [H/L] [H/C] hair already matted in blood and dirt,she screamed as he kicked her,he pulled out a knife and went to stab the screaming girl who's [E/C] eyes sparkled with tears,when the man was shot,a young man took her out side.
"what is your name?" he asked her,setting her on the floor.
"my name i-is [Name]" the male nods as the police arrive.
"ok [Name] your coming with me" the man takes the young girl to his car and drives off the orphanage.

*3 months later*

[your pov]
looking out the window I watch as all the kids were talking to 3 strange men,they must of come to adopt,glaring down at them I don't bother taking in there features,there was no point,I may be 5 but I know I'm useless.
"hello poppet~" I blink,turning round,my eyes widen and my body stiffens.
"what's your name sweetie?" glaring at the man I can tell he was British.

he had blonde almost pink hair and blue eyes that put the colour neon blue to shame,he was wearing a lot of different bright colours.

"poppet? your name?" I blink,regaining my glare,I step back a little.
"my name is [Name],now get out and leave me alone!" I growl as he smiles,he comes closer to me and bends down.
"now poppet even though you don't know some one doesn't mean you sho-" I punch him in the face.
"FUCK OFF!!" I yell,the man seemed surprised and looked a little mad,3 other men enter.

the tallest man had bored looking purple eyes,greasy dirty blonde shoulder length hair,stubble covered his chin and a cigarette hand loosely from his lips.

the next was a blonde teenager,his hair was in a loose pony tail and his eyes were covered with a pair of sunglasses,but you could tell they were a dazzling purple.

the last was also a teenager,he had a hair colour between red and brown,he had red eyes,shaded by his sunglasses,he was tanned and had a missing tooth.

"OI! what took so long?!" the red head asked,I knew he was American by his accent,the Brit turned round.
"oh! I'm just talking to a potty mouth is a-"
"WHO THE FUCK YOU CALLING POTTY MOUTH SHIT STAIN!?" I yelled pretty pissed at this guy.
"....." the Brit was silent and I noticed the 3 other men step back,growling I prepare to kick his ass.
"now poppet,swearing is very naughty,a young lady like you should not speak like that" he turns and I glare into his eyes,a neon pink swirl had joined into the blue.
"now I think you need to be punished" he come running towards me,just before he strikes I jump onto his arm and kick his head,knocking him into a wall,smirking I turn and bolt down the hall,passing the 3 others,I run to the main office and grab a knife,ready to kill them if I had to.
"[Name]! put that knife down right now!" Mrs.Lynx yelled,I grumble putting it on the table,she picks me up and puts me on the floor,I keep my eyes on the floor,till I hear that British voice.
"my my my! [Name] I was wondering were you went I wished to talk to you!" I snap my head up and glare at him,Mrs.Lynx stands between us.
"I'm sorry sir,she is not a fan of strangers especially men,her farther killed her mother in front of her and attempted to kill her" the Brit seemed to have calmed,his eyes were back to normal and had collected tears,suddenly I was being held tightly.
"OH MY GOODNESS! IF I HAD KNOWN I WOULDN'T HAVE YELLED I'M SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!" he yelled tears falling,I stay stiff and slowly pat his back.
"urm....c-can you let go?" he nods putting me down,he turns to Mrs.Lynx,smiling she looks at me as I hide behind her.
"I wish to adopt the poppet!" me and Mrs.Lynx blink.
"o-ok just sign these papers and she's all your's Mr.Kirkland" she smiles handing him some papers,I stare in horror as he signs them,Mrs.Lynx hands me to him so he is carrying me.
"she has no belongings,apart from her PJ's up stairs" I struggle in the Brits grasp as he leaves the building,he places me on the American teens lap and smiles.
"name's Oliver Kirkland poppet" the Brit says happily,he points to the American.
"this chap here is Alfred-"
"Al" the American interrupts.
"yes yes Al Jones,my son" he points to the other teen.
"that is Matthew Willems"
"call me Matt"
"and this fellow here is Francis Bonnefoy!" he turns round and looks at me,then turns back,joy a family of guys.