the thing about the place was that it looked better in pictures. 



Diana glared hard at the small table in front of her. in the middle of the wooden thing, was a small cup of coffee that she wanted to drink so badly. 




only....there was no coffee in the cup.



Diana huffed as she ran her pale freckled hand through her curly, golden hair. the frown on her face deepened when she realized that her beloved cookies were eaten as well. 

" JULIA! "



Diana just knew that the green-haired girl had enough balls to eat her food and leave it just the way it was just to go on her jumping nerves...probably to prove that Diana wasn't as calm and collected as she wanted everyone to believe.



She turned around to go to the girl's room to let her know that Julia was NOT getting away with this...at least this time.



the newly sixteen years old preteen had become a whole new level of trouble ever since Tia had told her they could spar with each other and that the blond wouldn't hold back. 



Clark had been furious. He was the "dad" of the group which meant he tried to keep others out of trouble...when he wasn't around?



the role was placed on William. 



Will was the "mum". he helped with the nightmares.


personally, Diana tried to keep her dark thoughts to herself but he just seemed to know when she was feeling sad or she was fighting her demons. 


William made sure they were all eating and were staying as healthy as possible. 



of course, William knew how to take care of others...but he didn't have the slightest idea as to how to take care of HIMSELF.


then... there was Jason.




the street fighter that Clark just couldn't stay away long enough not to get angry at. 


Jason was always struggling. he was always in trouble and had the most bruises.



they went through a lot together, but even after all that; the dark bruises never left his pale skin. 


his haunted eyes became better as they slowly adjusted to having a family. 



just like how she slowly became

The broken cage

Seventeenth piece of the broken cage : 


William was sweating buckets as he swallowed hard and clinched the keys in his wet palm. The soldier in front of him kept looking at him as if expecting him to flee any given second. At last, Will held his chin up and looked straight into the eyes of the captain. 


" I have no slightest idea where my brother is . " 


Seventeenth piece of the broken cage: The Astrien