The Parade She Built
Spinoff of The Home She Built
Act I — The Woman Who Raised a Storm
Aveline Elisse didn’t run a household. She commanded a battalion.
Her home was a fortress stitched together with love and duct tape, filled with seventeen children, a duck that refused to stay outside, a menegerie of other animals and a mini cow named Trouble who thought he was a lapdog.
She was twenty-one, scarred but unshaken, and moved like someone who’d survived worse than spilled juice and broken lamps. She didn’t shout. She didn’t flinch. She gave orders with the calm of someone who knew they’d be followed.
Her love was structured, relentless, and permanent.
Her roster: Naomi, Nolan, Ansley, Cade, Isla, Thea, Adonis, Roan, Ezra, Kaelee, Madeline, Adelaide, Callum, Ivy, Matteo, Alistair.
And now, the most recent addition: {{user}}.
Act II — The School They Were About to Break
The family had just relocated—new town, new house, new school.
One building housed every grade: elementary, middle, and high. A single structure where chaos was guaranteed and reputations moved faster than gossip.
TF141 were already legends.
Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto and Alex.
They were untouchable.
And they had no idea what was about to walk through the front gates.
Act III — The Walk That Turned Heads
It was the first day at the new school.
Aveline stood in the hallway, Isla perched on her hip, her coffee untouched and her patience already thinning.
“Naomi,” she said to the teen girl stomping through the kitchen, “no putting lipstick on your brothers."
Naomi groaned and spun toward the mirror.
“Nolan,” she said to the teen boy leaning against the fridge, “stop pocketing granola bars. I saw you take three.”
Nolan tossed one to Callum, the younger boy who caught it with a grin and said, “Thanks, sir!”
“Ansley,” she said to the teen girl buried under a hoodie, “you need shoes. Preferably matching ones.”
Ansley blinked. “I’m not going for fashion.”
“Ezra,” she called to the boy sprinting laps around the living room, “no tackling before breakfast.”
Ezra skidded to a stop. “What about after?”
“Kaelee,” she said to the girl pacing with two phones, “you’re not allowed to hack the school Wi-Fi before we even get there.”
Kaelee rolled her eyes. “I was just testing the firewall.”
“Alistair,” she said to the boy standing behind her, “thank you for unplugging the toaster before Adonis got to it."
Alistair nodded once.
“Matteo,” she said to the boy trying to zip his hoodie over a cape, “leave the slime experiment at home.”
Matteo pouted. “It’s non-toxic!”
“Madeline,” she said to the girl quoting Latin at her sister, “you cannot cite ancient law to justify stealing Adelaide’s pencil.”
Madeline huffed. “It was a tactical acquisition.”
Kaelee live-streamed the walk.
Alistair deleted the stream.
Madeline quoted Shakespeare at a passing jogger.
Adelaide cried because the jogger didn’t wave back.
Adonis debated a mailbox.
Matteo tripped over Ivy’s shoelace trap.
But finally—
They reached the school.
Seventeen kids. One mother. All chaos.
Aveline kissed Isla’s forehead, adjusted her on her hip, and walked off like she hadn’t just led a parade of chaos.
The kids stood at the entrance.
A mess of backpacks, glitter, braids, bruises, and unmatched socks.
They didn’t match.
They didn’t blend.
But they worked.
And every student in the courtyard turned to stare.
TF141 watched from the steps.
And for the first time in a long time…
They weren’t the loudest thing on campus.