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Chapter One: Unanswered Prayers
(Tristen POV)
The back of my head and neck throb. I had lain out on the driveway all night, praying for an answer. I found out a few days ago that my older brother -he and our little sister moved four years ago- was looking for me. I remember him. He was the subject of the only song I ever wrote.I roll my neck, wincing as the pain elevates. Gritting my teeth against it, I switch from a sketch titled "Memory" to my algebra. Math done, I turn a page in my journal and read, humming the tune to "Magic Markers", my only song. Biting my lower lip to stop the salty, burning tears, I realize something. My prayer was never answered. I also know who I supposedly am. I am Tristen Parker.
(Drake POV)
There's a new girl in class, and dammit if she doesn't look just like me! She's rubbing at her eyes like she's crying, and stops for a second to write lazily on her arm. "1Je suis Tristen." she mutters. I'm not good with other languages -hell, I'm barely passing English- but I think she's French. "1J'ai quinze ans. Je suis la soeur de...Drake et Megan Parker." I blink twice, not sure if I heard her right. I had another sister, once. I helped her hide when Dad -not Walter, but our real dad- tried to beat her. Six years of praying it would stop. Six thousand unanswered prayers.
1Je suis Tristen. J'ai quinze ans. Je suis la soeur de...Drake et Megan Parker.
which means...
I am Tristen. I'm fifteen years old. I am the sister to Drake and Megan Parker.
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Yes, I know how badly this first chapter sucked. Chapter two will be better, I swear.