{A/N : so yeah. here is the typical A/N I have at the beginning of all of these. Okay, so, first off, this will mostly be in third person POV. Secondly, when characters who aren't from English speaking countries speak their native language, I'm using google translate. Thirdly, don't rush me on updates}

Third person POV-

Char slid in on socks, seeing her father sitting on the couch. "So what's up?" They asked. "We're sending you to Ireland. A catholic school. Hopefully there, you'll realize you're straight." He said.

She thought for a minute. Maybe Ireland wouldn't be so bad. After all, she would be away from her dad. "Okay." Char said, going into her room to pack her shit.

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{T/W : mentions of substance abuse and alcoholism}

"I wish you were never born!" Zoe , their mother , yelled. Lana wasn't taken aback. Her mother was an addict and she was used to her temper. As for her father, he was a drunk. "I feel the same way." Lana stated. Zoe screamed and threw a glass bottle at the ground, the teen only slightly flinching.

Zoe grabbed her arm, pulling her into the bedroom. "Listen young lady. Soon, you'll be out. You'll be in Ireland. A school. I think it's catholic, I don't fucking know. I just know you won't be here." She said. Lana didn't care. Anywhere was better then home.

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{T/W : mentions of abuse, homophobic slurs}

"Cheryl Anna." Robert spoke, walking into her room. "Yes, Robert?" Cheryl said, refusing to look up at him. "Did you say you found a girl sexy the other day?" He asked in a gruff voice. "Yeah, so what if I did?" She replied. "You're a dirty lesbian whore! I refuse to have any faggots in my household!" He yelled. Cheryl sighed. "No, you're wrong. I'm not a lesbian. I've found that the labels that fit me are aromantic pansexual."

"Whatever the hell that means! That doesn't fucking matter!"

She didn't  flinch. She was used to his yelling. It was physical violence that made her stand on edge. "Out. I want you out." Robert said. "You've wanted me out from day one. But every time I try to run away, you drag me back. Why is that? Afraid to lose your punching bag when you can just buy one on Amazon?" Cheryl sassed.

Robert smacked her clean across the face. "Do not talk to your father like that!" He yelled. "You're not my fucking dad!" She yelled back. He sighed. "I'm sending you to Ireland. A catholic school and hopefully there, you'll learn the error of your ways, dyke."

"Thank fucking god. I'll finally be away from you."

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Margaret knocked on the door of her seventeen year old daughter's room. "Alice, sweetie? Can we talk?" She said. Alice got up and opened the door. "What do you want?" She asked. Redhead's seemingly have a reputation for being easily angered and hot-headed, as does Alice, a redhead. "Follow me sweetie." The older women said leading her daughter into the living room of their London mansion.

A maid set down a tray of snacks for the ladies before scurrying away. "Alice," Margaret began. "You're violent tendencies have been getting out of control. You've been attacking your brother and our staff and I think-"

She was quickly cut off. "Excuse me?! What the hell do you mean I've been getting too violent?! I'm not!" Alice yelled before throwing the tray in the direction of the fireplace. "This is what mom's talking about." Edward , her younger brother , said before his mother waved him off, his sister still fuming with anger. "Love, I'm sorry, but me and your father have decided we're sending you to Ireland. A catholic school! They'll turn you around sweetie. It's just...me, your father, your brother and our staff don't feel safe with you around. We are only trying to help you, Ally." Margaret explained. "Cathleen has already begun packing your things."

Alice screamed in frustration, stomping away.

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"I can't believe we have a lesbian for a daughter!" Ellen said. Chloe sighed in bisexual. This was usual for her parents, to say how much they hated having a lesbian for a daughter. Even though she had explained to them MULTIPLE TIMES that she was BISEXUAL and what that meant. "Well, I looked into a catholic school in Ireland. We could always send Chloe there." Jack said. "Good idea. Let's go tell h-"

Nora was cut off by her daughter rounding the corner. "I heard what you said." Chloe told them. "I'll begin grabbing my shit."

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Thomas sat there, holding his sign up. 

Seventeen, homeless, anything helps.

That's what the sign read. Yes, they were seventeen and homeless. He had been living in a shelter for awhile but they kicked him out for being too much of a chaotic little bean and he couldn't go to any of his friends house's till morning. Suddenly, a woman approached him. "Hello, sir. I'm Annie Cooper. What's your name?" She asked him. "Uh Thomas. Reed. Thomas Reed." He replied.

Annie nodded. "I'm with a catholic organization. We can provide you shelter." She explained. 

"Wait, really?"

"Yes. We are sending you specifically to St.Columba's catholic school which is in Cork, Ireland."

Thomas wasn't exactly interested in being sent all the way from Tallahassee, Florida to some random school in Ireland but it was a long term shelter so who was he to object?

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Bread whistled as they skipped downstairs towards their parents. "Soooo, what's up?" They asked. "Ang- Bread, me and your father have decided we're sending you somewhere. Temporarily, of course." Willa , their mother , explained. Most kids would be upset but Bread surprisingly wasn't. If anything, they were excited. "Really?! Where? When?" They exclaimed.

"We've agreed it would be good for you. St.Columba's catholic school somewhere in Ireland. But if you don't want to go, we won't make you." Willa said. "No, I'd love to go! I could make so many new friends!" Bread exclaimed, skipping into their room.

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"I beg your pardon, Emily?" Her mother , Celeste , said. "You are a girl! You cannot date other girls!" Her father , Hugo , half-yelled (yes thank you, I did just google random French names). "Well , like I said , I'm still trying to figure everything out. I'm not entirely sure if I like both boys and girls so I-" Emily was quickly cut off by her mother. "I don't care! Hugo, remember the school in Ireland, where we met?" 

Hugo nodded. "I do. It's in Cork." Celeste then turned back to Emily. "We'll be sending you there. To hopefully straighten you out." She said strictly.

Emily didn't bother protesting. She just walked away.

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Abigail sat there in front of Nora and John, aka the people she was more or less forced to refer to as mom and dad. "Lucas, we're sending you away." Nora said. Abigail sighed. "Not the first time." She mumbled. "Where to this time?"

"Ireland. Some school in...Cork. That's all we know." John said. The teen was upset but she thought about it for a moment. Glasgow, Scotland to Cork, Ireland wasn't that far. Only about a six hour flight. And adding onto that, she would be away from her parents and hopefully around people who would respect her name and pronouns.

"Now go pack your things, Lucas."

"Understood."

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Sofi walked downstairs, scrolling through her phone. Her parents had called her down. "So...what's up?" Sofi asked without setting her phone down. Her mother forcefully took it from her. "Sofi Adrianna Dance, I refuse to take this disrespect from you." The blonde tried to grab it back, her mother only pulling it away farther from her. "We're sending you somewhere. So you'll be straightened out."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Where?!" Sofi yelled. "Do not raise your voice at me, young lady!" She sighed. "It's a school. In Ireland. And do not even begin whining with the whole 'bUt We LiVe In DeNvEr, CoLoRaDo' because I do not want to hear it! Do you understand me?!" She yelled.

Sofi nodded, walking into her room.

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Ash walked downstairs. Bratty posture, bratty tone ready. "Maya-" Her mother started. "Ash." They corrected. "Right, I'm sorry. I forget sometimes. Can you sit down please?" They gestured to the couch and so the seventeen year old did. Welcome to Ash's Los Angeles rich bitch life where she got everything she wanted when they screamed and cried for it. No please, no 'can I have that?', just whining. 

"So, Ireland-" Once again, she was cut off by her child. "What about Ireland?"

"Please let me finish." They're mother sighed. "Me and you're father will be sending you away to a school in Ireland. You've just...you've been acting bratty since you were little. We thought you would grow out of it but not you're seventeen and you ha-"

"I'm not going!"

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"Katie." Their mother began as Sunny looked up. "Yes?" He asked. "We've decided to send you to a school in Ireland."

"Wait, why?" They asked and she rolled her eyes. "I don't know what the hell this genderfluid thing is but, I've had it, okay? I want you out."

{A/N : yes thank you, this was very much half-assed}

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Leslie was sliding around on her socks with some of her foster siblings. Currently, he was being fostered by the Hampton family. A very much Catholic family. Ms.Hampton walked upstairs, waving her kids away and pulling Leslie into the living room. "Olivia, sit down." And so Leslie did. They honestly hated being called that, as it was their deadname, but whatever.

She laced his hands through their purple hair whilst they waited for Ms.Hampton to start. Though, this was probably just another lecture about how practicing witchcraft is of the devil and a sin and that god will punish them and all that good stuff. Though, this was different.

"We're sending to a St.Columba's Catholic school in Cork, Ireland. Maybe this will get the demon out of you." Ms.Hampton explained. Leslie laughed silently. "Who the hell names a city Cork?" She whispered. "Hold up- you can't send me away!" They then yelled. "You have to get the approval of the foster care center."

"You think I didn't already do that, Cooper?"

Leslie sighed. "Okay fine. Just let me say goodbye to your kids. I may hate you, but those little fuckers have a special place in my cold, dead heart."

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{T/W : mentions of abuse}

Welcome to a small, one floor home in Adelaide, Australia. Let's go through the family, shall we? We have the father, Oliver Manning, and his two kids. His son, Noah Manning, and his daughter, Layla Manning. There was a mother there named Elise but she left after her daughter started whining. Why was Layla whining, I hear you ask?

It's quite simple actually! When she was thirteen, her brother , who was fifteen , began using drugs and alcohol and became addicted. He started abusing his sister in all sorts of ways. Throwing glass at her, hitting her, one time he even held her at knife point. Layla had just turned fourteen when her mother chose to leave. What had once been a loving, happy family had become broken and depressed.

"Layla?" Oliver said, creaking the door open to his sixteen year old daughter's room. Layla wasn't crying. Just vibing. She looked up at her father. "Yes?" She asked. "Would you be alright with me sending you to Ireland? Specifically, St.Columba's catholic school in Cork. It might help you with what happened. Maybe, a kind of rehab, in a kind of sense." He explained.

Layla thought for a moment. She would be away from her brother but she would be away from her father as well. Since her mother left two years ago, she had definitely become a daddy's girl and stood by his side through and through. But she knew she needed help and her father would be fine on his own. And this would give her brother reason to leave. Noah had openly said the only reason he was staying was because Layla was there. And so she chose to agree. Yes, it would be quite the flight, a day and four hours, plus two stops, but it would be worth it.

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"So...because I like both boys and girls, you're sending me away?" James asked. His mother nodded. "I refuse to have a bi son." She said. He sighed and knew there was no reason for arguing with his mother. "Where are you sending me? Conversion therapy?" James asked and his mother shook his head. "No, a school in Ireland."

"Okay then." James said, going into his room to throw shit in his suitcase.

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Eric tapped his fingers on his desk, waiting for whatever his parents wanted to tell him. "Eric, we have decided we're sending you to Cork. Ireland. To a school, I mean." His father explained. "Okay...why?"

"We just...look you've lost a lot of people in your life and you haven't been making a lot of friends. Maybe this will help."

Eric didn't really want to go but he agreed anyway.

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Dove skipped downstairs for dinner in their Oxford home and sat with their sisters. One older than them by a year, the other younger than them by a year making Dove stuck in the middle. The Greene family began praying. This was a very catholic household and Dove did fully believe in the bible, because surprise surprise straight conservatives! LGBT folk can still be Christian or catholic. I know, right? Shocking! After they finished they're prayer, they began talking, as they normally did at dinner.

Dove was lucky. Most kids in religious households are shunned by their parents after coming out as LGBTQIA+ but not Dove. Their parents , despite being hardcore Catholics , believe that being LGBT is anything but a sin so they were very much supportive when they're child came out to them as non-binary and bisexual a year ago.

Anyways, back to the main plot. "Dove?" Their mother said and they looked up. 

"Yeah?"

"Would you be alright if me and your father sent you to St.Columba's? It's a catholic school in Ireland."

Dove shrugged. "I wouldn't mind. I mean, hey, I could meet some new people so sure, why not?" They said. "Great! Though, they might end up calling you by your deadname."  Their father sighed. "Eh, I'll get over it." Dove said and the conversation drifted to how the kids' day had gone.

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Bee was eating dinner in her room when her dad came in. "What it is?" She asked and her father handed her a pamphlet. "It's a boarding school in Cork. We'll be sending you here."

"This say's St.Columba's catholic school-"

"It's a boarding school."

{A/N : fuck you, I am a lazy bitch}

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Jordan skipped around her Liverpool mansion. Well, her parents, but she was still living with them so you know same difference. She slid around on socks, singing along to her playlist on shuffle. It was mostly Beetlejuice, mxmtoon and girl in red though. Welcome to Ms.Jordan Taylor's life.

Her parents were some of the richest and most powerful people in the UK. Her mother , Annalise Johnson , was a good friend of many government officials and even the niece of the prime minister himself. As for her father, he's one of the highest ranked members of MI6. So yeah, pretty cool shit. Her seven year old sister , Lucy , watched Jordan from just around a corner. Jordan noticed her little sister watching and motioned for her to join. Lucy did.

"Girls! Dinner!" Their mother called and the two raced towards the dinner table, their thirteen year old brother, Mike, waiting for them. They sat down as the maid's placed their food down. "Jordan, may we talk to you?" Annalise asked and her daughter looked up. "Yeah, what is it?" She asked, mouth still somewhat full of food. Annalise laughed at Jordan quietly but then went on with what she wanted to talk about. "As you know, we're a very catholic family." She started. Jordan nodded. She's atheist, but her parents still were , of course , catholic. "So me and your father have made a decision to send you to St.Columba's catholic school in Cork, Ireland."

She nodded. Quite honestly, she didn't really care. Who knows? Maybe this would be nice. Or maybe she'd get possessed and die but whatever.

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Eli sat in her room, scrolling through Reddit memes when they're aunt practically kicked the door down, causing Eli to jump. "Jesus fucking Christ, can you knock?!" She half-yelled. "Eliza-" Her aunt Meghan started but was quickly cut off. "Do not call me that. Call me Eli."

Meghan rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She sighed. "Listen, I'm sending you to a school in Cork, Ireland. This will get the demon out of you."

"....What?"

"Ashley, your tutor! She said you were scaring her. I'm honestly certain you're possessed."

"I-" Eli cut herself off, honestly too lazy to reason with her aunt.

{A/N : ahhh I'm so proud fucking of myself}

Now, because I fucking can, here is Lana's and Emily's conversation's translated into Dutch (Lana) and French (Emily) using google translate :

Lana :

"Ik wou dat je nooit geboren was!" Zoe, hun moeder, schreeuwde. Lana was niet verbaasd. Haar moeder was verslaafd en ze was aan haar humeur gewend. Wat haar vader betreft, hij was een dronkaard. "Ik voel hetzelfde." Verklaarde Lana. Zoë gilde en gooide een glazen fles op de grond, de tiener kromp maar een beetje ineen.

Zoe pakte haar arm en trok haar de slaapkamer in. 'Luister, jongedame. Binnenkort ben je weg. Je bent in Ierland. Een school. Ik denk dat het katholiek is, ik weet het verdomme niet. Ik weet gewoon dat je hier niet zult zijn.' Ze zei. Het kon Lana niet schelen. Overal was beter dan thuis.

Emily :

«Je vous demande pardon, Emily? Sa mère, Celeste, a dit. "Vous êtes une fille! Vous ne pouvez pas sortir avec d'autres filles!" Son père, Hugo, a hurlé à moitié. "Eh bien, comme je l'ai dit, j'essaie toujours de tout comprendre. Je ne suis pas tout à fait sûr que j'aime les garçons et les filles alors je-" Emily fut rapidement interrompue par sa mère. "Je m'en fiche! Hugo, tu te souviens de l'école en Irlande, où nous nous sommes rencontrés?"

Hugo hocha la tête. "Oui. C'est à Cork." Celeste se tourna alors vers Emily. «Nous vous enverrons là-bas. Pour vous redresser avec un peu de chance. Elle a dit strictement.

Emily ne prit pas la peine de protester. Elle est juste partie.

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