Big Sister
Chapter 1-Surprise, Surprise
A/N: My second story, Yay! It's really for when I get a writer's block or something on my other story, Christin Solomon. Normal couplings and the girls will come to Blackthorne Academy for Exceptional Young Men. It's in Maryland, about one hundred miles away from Washington D.C.
Grant's POV
I lay awake in bed, still worrying, and staring at the cell phone that was on my night stand. "It's only for emergencies if you have to call me .I'll try to call you every night, but don't get worried if I don't." Her words rung in my head, repeating over and over, but she hadn't called tonight, or last night. The last time I talked to her was Saturday and she said she was really close to wrapping things up on her mission. Come on Newman; get a hold of yourself, unfortunately, that wasn't working to well. That's when I couldn't take it anymore, but I wasn't going to call her, I was going to settle for my second best option. So I climbed out of bed, grabbed a photo album I kept in my drawer, walked to the library, and settled in the very back corner where there were comfy seats and a fireplace, yeah, I know that sounded kind of girly. On the cover, scrawled in army style letters, it said, Brothers and Sisters. I opened up the first page and read the note that was always there.
Dear Grant,
I know you're looking through this old album because I'm not there because I'm on a mission. You know I'll never promise that I will always come back, but if I do or if I don't, I'm always with you. When you're doing something stupid, you'll think about how mad I will be at you, or when you're doing something smart, how proud I will be. We're spies from top to bottom and left to right.
Love,
Rosie aka Big Sis
Yes, my big sister, RosieNewman. The first picture was one that we had taken in the summer. She was six foot one now, and I was still shorter than her because I was five foot eleven. Rosie had wavy black hair and rare gold eyes. She had light freckles that went over her nose and cheekbones and golden tanned skinned. Another thing was she's muscular. I ran my fingers over her face, missing my big sister even more. I flipped through page after page, remembering old memories. All of a sudden, my cell phone started vibrating, I pulled it out.
"Hello?" I answered, knowing who it was because there was only one person who knew this phone number.
"Hey little bro, how's everything?" Rosie asked teasingly because I had picked up on the first ring. I had to tease her back so I looked at the time.
"You really shouldn't be calling me at one o' clock in the morning."
"Well you answered; looking through the album this late will give you some good dreams." She said gently, I smiled thought she couldn't see.
"When are you going to be back?" I asked casually.
"A week or so, the Director wants me to look into an exchange between mobsters, but it won't turn into a full out mission . . . yet."
"Okay"
"Good morning bro" I laughed at her good bye.
"Good morning sis" I repeated before I hung up the phone. My sis was coming home soon and that was going to calm my nerves for the week. That's what I thought anyway until the next day.
A/N: Cliffhanger, sort of, I've said this before, but I have to get my intro paragraph down before I can really get a story moving. It will get better, promise. Please review!