-1Hey everybody!!!! Sorry, I know I am once again making another story when I still haven't finished "What Happened After" I have eternal writer's block for the that story or something ' Oh well, this story is different. I made this story a real long time ago (and before you say anything, no it isn't done….) and I found it in my drawer and decided that I might as well post it on here. I mean this is good way of showing all of you that I haven't died Hope you like it! Read and Review please!!!!!

Our story starts with a little girl in her bedroom, who is waking up to someone knocking on her door. The girl gets up and answers the door. It is the butler.

"I came to wake you, Madame Sara."

"I can see that." mumbled the girl, who is obviously "Madame Sara".

"Your parents want to see you downstairs, Madame."

"Look, I told you not to call me 'Madame'."

"I'm sorry, Mad-, ah, I forgot." the butler said.

"It's ok, just please stop acting so formal around me, it's completely unnecessary. We are buddies, right?" Sara said with a brilliant smile.

"Yes, I assume so."

Ignoring the "assume so", Sara held out her hand and said, "Then we agree to act like buddies?" The butler looked at the girl's hand for a long time and then finally took her hand and gently shook it with a toothy smile.

"Of course!" he said joyfully. Sara gave him one last smile and walked down stairs to go see what her parents wanted. When she got down the giant staircase, she found her parents in the dining room, eating breakfast. Sara took her place at her normal spot at the table and started to eat.

"So, what did you want to see me for?" Sara said after a moment of silence.

Her mother looked up from her plate and said, "Oh, today we are going over to the Robinsons' house."

Sara frowned and asked, " Why?" Now it was her father's turn to speak -they had planned this all out, she could tell.

"Well, honey," he said, "today is Andy's birthday and he is having a big celebration. I thought you would have known that!"

'Why would I have known that?' Sara thought.

"So of course, we will be going over there this afternoon." her father finished.

"Great…" the girl grumbled.

Her father put his fork down and looked his daughter straight in the eye and then said, "Now, Sara, you better behave today. It's his birthday so no injuries!"

"I can't help it if he's a freaking pervert!" protested Sara. Her father and mother just glared at her and left to go get ready.

"Such caring parents," Sara said to particularly no one, "They don't even care if some weird, rich kid is feeling up on their daughter." Lucky for Sara, these uncaring parents were not her real parents and she knew it. In fact, she was always trying to imagine her real parents, she knew they had to be kinder than the ones that adopted her. She often dreamed at night about meeting them simply because that was all she thought about before she would fall asleep. She wakes up every morning thinking the same questions: "Where is my family?", "Have I ever met them by accident?", "Would I like them better than my family now?", "Do I have siblings?". All these questions are running through her head at once, but there is one question that is so loud that it is like somebody screaming it right in her ear. It's the main question that she has puzzled over all of her life: "Who am I?"

Yeah, I know it's not the best first chapter ever, but trust me, it gets a lot better so please go on to the next chapter does puppy face pleeeeeeaaaaassssseeeee………. Oh and please review if you have time, I really appreciate them