Charlotte All Grown Up

Summary: At the age of five, Charlie and her family were a terrible car crash, that left only Charlie alive, or so she thought. With no real memories of her family, Charlie is given to the state to attend and live at a prestigious boarding school. Charlotte Duncan is now 15 going on 16 and a sophomore at her school, when She receives a letter stating that she does have another family member that survived the car crash she barely remembers, and they want to come out and reveal themselves and their family through home videos that were filmed when she was a baby. These videos leave Charlotte straining to meet this sister, Teddy, she has met through these videos, this Teddy who has said she is going to make herself present to Charlotte on her sixteenth birthday. Is this Teddy going to meet all the expectations Charlotte has of her?

A/N: My first Good Luck Charlie fanfic. Please R&R

Chapter One: My Life as I Know It

I am Charlotte Duncan, and as far as long as I can remember, I have lived here at Hilltop Academy for the Displaced. Everyone I know is an orphan like me, many with no memories of their parents, like me. People say I was only five when I came here, with little memory at all. They say I was in a car accident, only one to survive, and that I had suffered from memory lose, not that I had many memories to lose.

But that was all ten years ago. I have made my life here with my friends, Emily Harrison, parents died in a house fire when she was six and her older sister was nine, and Jeremy Betterton, parents were arrested for murder when he was ten. Emily and I have shared a room since she came a year after me, and we met Jeremy the day he arrived, being the only people who spoke to him. The three of us were tight, and nothing was going to break that. We did everything together, and no one knew us if we were not together.

At school, days were pretty regular. We got up, got dressed, and went down to breakfast before seven. After breakfast were morning classes, for my friends and I morning classes were all held on the second floor of the upper school building. Then we had lunch, if it was warm, outside, before a long lecture from our Guardian and Principle, Mrs. Adams. After that were the afternoon classes, held in the arts building, and then free time before dinner, reading time, and bed. In the ten years I had attended Hilltop, the schedule had never shifted more than five minutes. Everyone was pretty use to it by now.

Another thing that barley change in the ten years I had been attending Hilltop were the students. Sure we had many new students all the time, but it was extremely rare for a student to leave Hilltop before they were eighteen and graduating. The reason we were here was because none of us had anywhere else to go, no family, no friends, no caretakers who were willing to raise us. We were all alone. So when someone did leave for some reason, it was a big deal. It was also everyone's dream, to leave, have a real family that would love them no matter what, who would take them to the places our teachers talked about, to give them advice about life, love, and everything else we could only talk to family members about. But those were just dreams, since if you were here, your family was dead or didn't want you. You were never getting away.

Well everyone except Ginger Hallow, whose mother was the kinders' teacher. Ginger only went here because it was just her and her mom. She was the most dislike person in the school, because she was the most privileged. I had only spoken to Ginger once, in class, but she didn't make anything of it. She never tried to make friends. She never talked to us. This made most of us feel she thought less of us. But no one was ever really sure, because she was never with us. We only saw her in class and free time. No one had the chance to get to know her.

But this story isn't about Ginger. Not to sound vain or anything, but it's about me and what happened the year before I turned sixteen. It's about the weird letter I received a month after my fifteenth birthday. (Another rare thing to happen at Hilltop, receiving mail, letters, email, or anything that was not signed by a student or a teacher) This letter actually wasn't signed at all. It read, "Dear Charlie, (or Charlotte as you might be going by now) I know this might sound weird after ten years of living on your own, but you are not alone. I'm here and now that I can, I want to share who I am, and our family that you will never truly remember. Once you have seen everything, I will make myself present, on your sixteenth birthday. But until then, please watch and remember, I loved you then, and I love you now. I just wasn't allowed to contact you until now. Signed your new family member."

"Watch?" Emily had questioned when I showed her the letter. "Watch what?"

"I don't know Em," I answered, tucking the letter up and putting it safely away in my old yellow backpack.

"Maybe the letter came with a tap," Jeremy suggested. "Mrs. Adams or one of the other teacher just took it before giving you the letter."

"I don't think any of our guardians would be that mean," Emily had said. "They would want you to know who your family was, right?"

"Who knows, Em?" I answered. "No one else has family to get to know. Maybe they wanted to keep it that way."

"Then they wouldn't have let you have the letter in the first place," Jeremy reminded me with a smile and a flip of this shaggy blond hair. Emily laughed as she normally did when Jeremy tried to imitate Justin Bieber.

I just rolled my eyes and started back to my lunch, with many questions and very few answers to the year that would be my most interesting, and most memorable. This was going to be the year that everyone's biggest dream came true for me. I was going get a family.

A/N: So it was a little short for my chapters, but they should get longer as I go. Just tell me what you thought and if I should continue.