i do belive i will turn this into a book.

this is a roleplay intro that i spent like an hour typing. its pretty good. mabye ill turn this into a book. if you see it on the shelves in the bookstore be proud you saw where it satrted.
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we are children..orphans realy. unwanted things that live together in a small building in a town where all the buildings are small. this particular building is a red brick building with dying grass in the front and a old fading grey pikket ence around the small yard. in the back though..this is a diffrent sotry. in the back there is a wonderful garden, cuitivated by the clildrens desire to grow and learn. there is a seperate plot for each orphan and each plot of land produces the most amazing things. in one there is three diffrent rose bushes, one red, one white, and one white and pink. one holds panseys of innumerable colours and one holds mint and other flaverful spices. in this garden there is an archway with climbing ivy on it. in this archway is where the children pretend is a diffrent world... a world where all you pretend to be is. and all that is...is just pretend. on the inside of the building there is two storys. on the lower story there is a small kitchen, a wornout dining room and a ragged living room. this living room is where the adoptees come in to greet the new parents. but the most pecular thing always happens. the children dont want to be taken away! so now we come to the upper story. there is two rooms. one for the boys and one for the girls. the rooms arent very large but they are cozy. each child gets his or her own metal bunk where they keep their prized possessions. there are a few shelves on the walls that are claimed buy the older children. henceforth we come to the people that run the place. we have two older women, getting on in years that keep care of the chilren. one is mrs. dolcimer but the children call her doily and one is mrs. McGumphrey and the children darent give her a nickname for fear of invoking her wrath. Mrs. dolcimer is the kinder of the two women that raised a few children of her own. she spoke with an irish accent and cooked for the orphnage. now Mrs. McGumphrey had never raised children but always said that if she had that they would alwys obey her. she was incharge of schooling the children but although she was strict she loved them dearly even if she didnt show it. now i come to close of describing the orphnage and it is your job to make it come to life. I shall be mrs.McGumphrey and Mrs.Dolcimer and one child. there may be siblings but please no one younger than sixteen and please keep an age range. type Pretending to join so i know you read this. henceforth i come to what is currentally happening at this homeally little orphnage.
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Mrs.Mcgumphrey was sitting in her office and looking over papers to grade and Mrs. Dolcimer was in the kitchen cooking supper. one small fair hared child sat in the middle of the hallway humming softley to itself and arranging an army of plastic animals so that they attacked a toy airplane in the childs hand. now this particular child was eight years old and a little boy. his name was adam. this child had a wonderful imaganation but had been called 'wrong in the upstairs story' by his aunt and had to be sent here because he was 'crazy' as his uncle had so buntly put it. Adam could hear things other people couldent hear and thought he saw things other people couldent see. therefore he was sent to the orphnage. his parents had both died of cholera and no one but Mrs.dolcimer wanted him so the child was alone much of the time. he just hoped hed find more friendsd later in life.