I'm just going to write another. Is that OK? It's mostly to make sure this stays Topped, but I kinda feel creative right now so I might as well write.

Foxie~

Miss Prissy comes over and hands me my seeing eyes stick, which is only useful in the dark for me. I have to use it though, I get in trouble if I don't, and I get the "What would happen if you got hurt because you couldn't see" lecture. Plus, it makes the other children suspicious if a blind girl doesn't use her tapping stick. I stand up and brush the stick across the ground as I walk. 

"There you go, now you can't get hurt," Miss Prissy says.

"Can I go outside?" I ask, with the slightest bit of hope she might change her mind.

"No, Foxie. We've been over this. Even though it sounds beautiful through the cracked window, it's dangerous for someone who can't see," She tells me gently.

I sigh. Honestly, I should have known. She's said no for years now, I might never have a chance to get out there. 

I walk down to the cafeteria just in time to see someone, Boy, take an extra piece of bread. I smile. That kid is smart. Of course, being the blind kid, I think to myself, "I saw nothing."

When I get my serving of cold gloop and glop I sit down. I don't steal like Boy did. That's his thunder, and I'm not stealing it. I look around the room at all the other kids, trying to make it seem like I am just staring off into space, as I normally do. So many people here who are different from me.

I think about all their secrets, and how I might be able to find them all out. Obviously, I'm not going to, that would make me evil. I may be clever and sneaky, but I'm no villan.

I keep a tight grasp on my Prank Parcel. It'll be useless here, but I sense I'll need it soon. 

either name is fine. Actually, I'm thinking of changing it because it's so long. Any suggestions?

Great start everyone! 

~Shane

I knew Fable was used to this routine by now, so I continue to talk about the Nehterealm. Hanaa is drawing, Foxie is staring out the window, Day is cartwheeling, Boy is looking around for his next stolen meal, and Jacob is evesdropping again. This was all normal and chaotic in the lunchroom of the orphanage. I look at Miss Prissy again. She really does look like a Ravekoo. 

"A what now?" Fable looked at me in a strange expression she uses everytime I observe something new about people.

"A Ravekoo, it's a humanoid giant raven. They are often a bit shorter than us though, and can perform necromancy." I explain.

I knew that Miss Prissy works really hard with the other two adults that look over the orphanage, though none of us get adopted easily. Usually the adults want a baby, not a naughty little kid in the orphanage.

Everyone nearby ignores us as usual, except for the rare newcomers that are found on the street that joins the orphanage. 

I look out side the window, I imagine a world where people get in fights and where life is rough, a place were sometimes things don't get your way, but I want to got out there and see things. "What are you doing?" A boy whispers. I jump and turn around frightfully. "I don't know you, and I never will want to know you," I say bravely. "I know you want other people in your world," He says back cooly. "You can read my mind....." I whisper. I am very scared now so I grab a piece of glass from the window and charge at the boy. "OWWWW!" He screams in pain, I glance at the wound I gave him it was so deep I could see some of the bone. "I-I-I-I didn't know I would hurt you that badly," I whispered so I could calm him down, "I could mend it if you want," "Yessssss," The boy grouned from the pain. I grabbed a rag and rinsed it with warm water. "Here," I say I put the rag on his arm, but the closer I get to him, the more the wound heals. So I throw the rag by the beds and I put my hands on his wound. "There, it is done." I say.

Let's have some action!

~Shane

"A Ravekoo you say?" said a deep voice. I turned around, and there was a visitor, who is wearing a large detective jacket and bowler hat. I should've been paying more attention to the doorbell.

"Yes." I insist.

"Hmph." he snorts, and continues to walk around, observing each of the other orphans. 

I sighed, now I will certainly be stuck in this orphanage forever.

The man then asks to go to the bathroom. Everyone relaxes, and continue their chaoticness.

Then, the building catches aflame. People start screaming, and throwing food at the fire, which only feeds it more. I cough due to the bad air, and rush out the door as quickly as I can with some of the other orphans, and I watch the building burn. The blaze was clearly small right now, but it would be growing. Some of the orphans fled far into the alleys, while others could only watch in horror. 

The sirens sound a few seconds later, and the firefighters arrive 15 minutes later. By then, the house was smoking so much that you could barely see the rest of the building. 

One firefighter gathers all the survivors into one alley to safely watch. Some of us were on the verge of tears.

"No worries." the firefighter whispered to the crying children. "Everything will be all right when we evacuate you to Soluna Lumadov." she whispered.

Wait, Soluna Lumadov? That's the capitol of the Netherealm!