Chapter 1:
Ever since I was little, I always knew there was something special about my older sister, Fluttershy. She was always telling me to be careful about what I was doing. Fluttershy would brush my dark brown hair out of my face, every single morning. She was kind and gentle to everybody, especially our dog, Bruno.
Fluttershy was the oldest in my little family; me being the second, and my brother being the third. But there was something different about her, I just couldn't figure out what it was. She was very shy around other people. She had long light pink hair, turquoise eyes, and a sweetly shy smile. It was weird. Fluttershy just didn't look like anyone in my family, not even my cousins. My parents always told me she was very special, but I already knew that. So I told them," I know that, mom and dad. The thing is she doesn't look like any of us." My parents looked at each other with sadness crawling on their faces.
"She's adopted," they explained. I knew it.
This story I wrote myself. I own nothing. Fluttershy belongs to Hasbro. My first story wasn't too good. I hope this one is better. Please reveiw.