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Two parents happily celebrated the birth of their first-born. A baby girl. A girl with chocolate-brown eyes and hair to match. From first look the parents could tell that she was going to be a child full of energy and joy. They were overjoyed, for they had a daughter as well as a plan to go to the new land between Spain, where they lived, and Asia. They were going to leave in a few months.

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The parents had a two-year old now, though Jacqueline had yet to master her English, a law in the new world, her Spanish was unbelievable. Her parents taught her their native tongue. Though they also made sure to teach her the language of the land. They had lived in the new world for a year, they had been forced to wait until Jacqueline was older, so that there wouldn't be any fear that she would get sick on the boat trip over. They waited gratefully, then went over on the boat, touching the land when Jacqueline was days away from turning one.

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By the age of four Jacqueline was more than a handful. She fluently spoke in English and Spanish. She had a few friends, though what made her such a handful was that she seemed to have this ability to slip out of someone's eyesight, completely unnoticed. The funniest example was only a few days after her fourth birthday.

"C'mon Jacqueline!" One of the boys called.

"It's Jaquie." She muttered angrily.

"Whatever." He muttered and took off running. Jaquie followed soon behind. As they ran they came to a group six of kids their age.

"Hey, looks like Jacqueline finally decided to come." One of the bigger boys said.

"It's Jaquie." She muttered darkly. "If you're chicken then you'll let me take the lead."

"Be my guest." He said, gesturing beyond him.

"Keep up." She commanded, then takes off sprinting. Leaving the kids in the dust. As she arrives at the destination she slows. The others finally caught up.

"What are you doing?!" One of the boys whisper-shouted.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" She asked, rhetorically, not turning to face them. "I'm going to prank Mr. Henson."

"Are you insane?!" One of the boys demanded. "He'll kill you."

"Yeah." A few of the other boys chimed in. With that she spun around and faced them.

"Okay. Who here doesn't want to prank Mr. Henson?" She demanded. All the boys raised their hands. "Put your hands down." She commanded. "We're doing this." They nodded numbly and followed. When they were a snowball's throw away they stopped and hid behind the snow banks. For it was two day before Christmas. They bent down, packing the snow together to make hard snowballs. As they straightened up. Jaquie glanced around, counting the heads. Still seven, not including herself. "Ready?" She asks, all the boys nodded firmly. Their long since forgotten. "Aim." She commanded. Her arm and seven other ones cocked and ready to throw. There was silence for a few moments. It suddenly ceased. "NOW!" Jaquie shouted loudly. Three snowballs hit each of the front windows. The other two the front door. The world stilled for a moment. Then the door slowly creaked open. Revealing a man, in his mid to late forties, holding a gun! "Corre!" Jaquie shouted in her native tongue. "RUN!" She rephrased in English. They tore off in eight different directions.

They all soon ended up back in town. All eight were still there. Though, a few things had changed. The boys had a new found trust in the only girl their age. That, paired with a new nickname for her. From that day forward Jacqueline Overland, was known as Good Luck Jaquie.

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For many months the Overlands were expecting another child. Jaquie, refused to leave her mother's side. Insisting that if she left the baby wouldn't have any good luck, if she did. Her parents laughed. Though she was older, now at the age of seven, her nickname had stuck. She stuck by her mother, though her parents had told her many times to go have fun on her birthday, she didn't budge. For today, was December 21st, 1969. Little did Jaquie know that she would be sharing that day with someone else from now on.

The town healer had been brought to the house no more than a few moments prior. Muttering words like; labor, contractions and dilation under her breath. Jaquie's ears perked as she her mother whimper and groan. She quickly shot and ran down the hall to her parents room. She slipped in, unnoticed by the healer, and sat down on the large bed by her mother's shoulder. Her mother was instructed to push, after a few deep breaths her mother did as she was told. Her groaning stopped the second a little cry was heard. The healer reached next to her and grabbed a few blankets. Wrapping them around something Jaquie couldn't see. Her father stood and took the bundle from the healer. Then carefully handed it over to her mother. She looked down and smiled, then glanced at Jaquie. The healer left the room. Jaquie stood up and glanced down at the bundle, realizing that it was a baby.

"Jaquie... Meet Jackson, your baby brother." Her mother told her. She glanced sown, noticing that 'Jackson' looked almost exactly like her. His brown eyes, and his brown hair. Well, what hair he had.

Jaquie smiled. She now shared her birthday with her baby brother.

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Jaquie, now nine years old, and had a two year old little brother, couldn't have been happier. Jackson, according to her parents, was more trouble than she was at that age. Their point was proven nearly everyday, Jackson had a nasty habit of yelling no to her parents. Though what they could never figure out was why Jaquie seemed to be the only person he would listen to.

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Jaquie ran around the forest outside their house, looking for any sign of her younger brother. "Jack?" She called out. Once he was able to begin talking Jack had dropped the son portion of his name. And it stuck. Many people called them Good Luck Jack and Jaquie. "Jack!" She called out again. "Jack! It's not funny anymore." She yelled. That's when she heard it. A light giggle from her right. Just behind a tree. Careful not to step on any twigs. She circled the tree. She was 3/4 of the way around when she saw the back of Jack's head. He was looking the other way. She quickly closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his middle. He squealed.

"Let me go!" He shouted, having yet to realize that his older sister was the one holding him. Until, she couldn't contain her laughter. Which caused him to still and then start laughing on his own. She gently set him down.

"I got you Jack." She teased. Even at 11 she was a child.

"Boo you." He muttered angrily and crossed his arms.

"Aww, Jack. I was just teasing." Jaquie explained.

"Okay, Jaquie." He said, his smile now fully returned. With that he jumped on her back, nearly causing her to fall off her knee.

"Oof." She muttered. "You're getting heavy Jack."

"Am not!" He protested.

"Okay... you're right." She admitted. It was true, he was as skinny as she was at his age. Skinny like a twig. "Maybe, you should stop taking those running starts though."

"Okay." Jack said, his smile growing even bigger. If that was even possible.

With that Jaquie sprinted back to their home. Jack laughing the whole way.

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Jack and Jaquie were so excited that they couldn't sit still. Their mom was going to have another baby. Jack had so many questions for Jaquie. Many of which she couldn't answer. Though the most common one came after she'd hear her mother groan.

"Is mama going to be okay?" Jack asked. Now at seven years old.

"She'll be fine. I promise." Jaquie assured her brother.

The healer walked in. It was the same healer they had just under eight years ago when Jack was born. She stopped when she got near Jaquie. "I need your assistance." She said, though her German accent was thick.

Jaquie nodded mutely and followed. Jack trailing behind her. As she entered the room, Jack assumed the same position she had. Right at their mother's shoulder. The healer instructed Jaquie on what to do. She nodded and went to go get the blankets like instructed. When she came back, her mother was being told to push. The same thing happened as when Jack was born, all the stress on her mother's face disappeared as a little cry was heard. The healer motioned her to bring the blankets, she did as she was told, and gently wrapped the baby. Handing it to her father, almost robotically. Her father smiled, then handed the baby to her mother. Without a sound the healer left.

"Jack, Jaquie... Her mother said as she sat behind Jack looking at her little baby sister. "Meet your baby sister, Emma." Jack eyes grew to the size of plates, though he was like fro happiness. They had the two of them born on the winter solstice, and Emma born on the first day of spring.