Hey guys, so I came up with the idea for this story years ago and it's been with me ever since. I recently finished it and decided to post it for ya'll. I hope you like it.
This is just a short preface, the first chapter will be up tomorrow.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters.
Growing up, my friends would always complain about their younger siblings; moaning that they would always steal their things, and that their parents would always take their younger siblings side, because they were the baby.
And it always surprised them that I never complained about mine.
Especially as I have twelve of them.
I was ten when my parents brought home my first adopted sister. My brothers and I had just gotten home from school and walked in the living room to find a two-year-old blonde girl sitting on my mama's lap, crying her eyes out.
Dad took us into the dining room and explained that she would be our sister. My five-year-old brother was confused and asked why mama didn't get fat like she did the last time. I remember hitting him on the arm while my other two brothers laughed, and dad waited patiently before saying, 'This girl came from a different family, a family who couldn't love her. But we can.' And with that, he took us back into the living room to meet our new sister.
As I said, just a short intro, new chapter tomorrow.
Thanks for reading :)