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Dear Emily
You don't know me, and I am not certain I want you to know me, but I am your real mother and there is a lifetime I want to share with you. How can you be sure I am your mother? Right now you are wearing a silver locket around your neck, it has a finely detailed leaf on the outside, and when you open up the locket up, the inscription states," I will always love you my precious Emily." I named you Emily after a dear friend of mine who I thought was dead, her story will come later.
Right now I am going to tell you a bit about myself. My name is Sydney Bristow, when I was younger than you my mother died in a car crash and to commemorate her life I decided to teach English Literature like she did. One day while I was studying at UCLA I was asked to work for an organization called SD6, this organization was thought by all its employees to be a covert operation of the CIA. But it really wasn't, SD6 was a cell of an organization called The Alliance dealt in many illegal activities. After finding out the truth I went to work for the CIA to bring down SD6 and The Alliance. I was a double agent with your grandfather and the CIA is where I met your father. The leader of the SD6, a man by the name of Arvin Sloane was not loyal to SD6 or The Alliance and helped the CIA to take down The Alliance for his own good.
There are many more pieces to this puzzle I have to tell you but for now this is all I can write. I have been on the run since before you were born and when I put you up for adoption I knew it was the only safe thing for you. You may think that this is all crazy, and I assure you that it even sounds crazy to me, but you have to believe me. All will be revealed in time.
I will write again soon, Love, your mother.
Emily Turner read the letter she held in her hands again and again in disbelief. She always knew she was adopted but she didn't know that her real mom worked for the CIA. Emily's fourteenth birthday was in a month's time and she had just started ninth grade when she received the first letter. Emily never received mail so she tore the envelope open the second she saw her name on it, she didn't even bother to notice that there was no return address on the envelope. This has got to be a joke. Emily thought to herself as she subconsciously reached for her locket and moved it back and forth on the chain. She didn't understand why someone would sent her the letter unless it really was her mother, but the outrageous claims she made sounded like a soap opera the ones her old babysitter used to watch when she came home from school. Emily was the first to come home after school, her mom and dad came home around five. Emily enjoyed the time to chat with all of her girlfriends on the phone, but today she was too preoccupied with the letter that she didn't her the phone ring. She walked into the house and right past the phone and straight into her room where she sat just re-reading the words again and again in her mind "my name is Sydney Bristow" Bristow, would that have been my last name, no I would have had my father's last name but Emily Bristow sounds a lot more exciting than Emily Turner ever could. Emily did wonder about her father, she now knew that he worked with her mom, but her mom didn't reveal any more information about him. Maybe the woman who wrote this letter was insane.
As the clock rolled around five her parents came home amazed that Emily wasn't on the phone, but the answering machine was full of messages for her. Wondering where their daughter was Emily's mom Jennifer shouted upstairs to her daughter, "Emily are you home?" As if waking from a dream Emily looked up from the letter and looked to the digital clock that sat on her headboard, and saw how late it was, "yep, I am up here in my room, mom." Downstairs Jennifer looked to her husband William and yelled back upstairs to her daughter, "your friends must be thinking you are dead, they have left twelve messages on the machine and nobody has called since you dad and I walked in." "Sorry mom, I will be right downstairs." Emily got off her bed and pulled out an old shoebox she had elaborately decorated from when she first started sneaking makeup, now it held all the things she would hate to lose. She opened the lid and placed the letter on top, if I tell my parents they will freak. She thought as she closed the lid and pushed the shoebox back underneath her bed. Emily ran downstairs to look at her phone messages, "ready to go to dinner, bug?" Her father asked, Emily gave him a puzzled look, "It is Friday and we always go out for dinner on Fridays" William answered Emily's look. Jennifer came into the kitchen looked at her husband and then her daughter, "not answering phone calls, not remembering it is Friday and we are going out for dinner, are you feeling alright sweetheart?" "I'm fine mom, just tired from a week of school, I guess. How does Boston Pizza sound to everyone?"
At the restaurant Emily studied her parents, trying to predict there reaction to the letter, her mom would be shocked and probably would start crying thinking that her baby was going to be taken away and her dad, he would be angry and in complete disbelief about her real mothers story. Most people couldn't tell that they weren't a real family; Emily's hair colour was as brown as her mom and she had strong facial features like her dad but it was the green eyes that gave the family secret away. Nobody on either side had eyes as green as Emily did and she often wondered if they were her real mothers or her real fathers. When Jennifer and William thought Emily was old enough they decided to tell her that she was adopted and the reason they couldn't have children Jennifer was very young when she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, too young everybody said, but William stood by her and he supported the both of them as they both struggled to finish university. When Jennifer had to get a hysterectomy she was devastated but William promised that after college they would get married and adopt as many children as Jennifer wanted, but after they found Emily, Jennifer didn't want anymore. William was hurt because he wanted a big family but a promise was a promise and he wouldn't go back on his word.
After the family came home Emily's best friend called asking if she wanted to go out, Emily declined saying she was tired which made her parents worry even more because Emily hardly said a word that night at dinner but they let her go to her room anyway thinking that it may be just teen hormones. Emily closed the door to her room as soon as she got in, but instead of going straight to the shoebox she surveyed her room, the blue comforter on her bed, the dresser set she has had since she could remember, the desk she begged her parents to get for her so her grades would improve, the guitar in the corner when she wanted to be the next Jewel, her room was her life and again she found herself unconsciously playing with her locket. The grinding sound it made while she moved the piece of silver back and forth on the chain, she wondered have I been moving this locket back and forth all night long? Whatever Emily wanted to do right now the last thing was to look at that letter again so she walked over to the window and saw her next-door neighbour Andrew playing a video game of some kind. Andrew and Emily were best friends when they were children since they lived beside each other all their lives. They used to get the other persons attention at night by throwing things at each other's window and use tin can phones to talk to each other. Emily saw an old rock she left by her window for such an occasion and she held it in her hand, she knew she could trust Andrew more than she could trust any of her girlfriends. He was the only one who knew that Emily was adopted and he never told a soul and Emily needed that kind of confidence right now, even though they weren't that close now it was a mutual going of separate ways. Emily threw the rock at his window Andrew looked startled and put down his controller. Emily opened her window and Andrew got the hint to come over. Once he had the window opened she yelled, "Can we go for a walk? I need to talk to you about something important." Andrew gave her a confused look but nodded, "ok, I will meet you outside." Emily grabbed the letter, ran down the stairs and told her parents she was going for a walk, William and Jennifer were watching TV in the living room and Jennifer shouted out some sort of be back by ten instructions but Emily wasn't listening she needed to tell somebody about this letter and she needed to do it now.
Please read and review for this is my first fic and need constructive critisism. Thank you
Dear Emily
You don't know me, and I am not certain I want you to know me, but I am your real mother and there is a lifetime I want to share with you. How can you be sure I am your mother? Right now you are wearing a silver locket around your neck, it has a finely detailed leaf on the outside, and when you open up the locket up, the inscription states," I will always love you my precious Emily." I named you Emily after a dear friend of mine who I thought was dead, her story will come later.
Right now I am going to tell you a bit about myself. My name is Sydney Bristow, when I was younger than you my mother died in a car crash and to commemorate her life I decided to teach English Literature like she did. One day while I was studying at UCLA I was asked to work for an organization called SD6, this organization was thought by all its employees to be a covert operation of the CIA. But it really wasn't, SD6 was a cell of an organization called The Alliance dealt in many illegal activities. After finding out the truth I went to work for the CIA to bring down SD6 and The Alliance. I was a double agent with your grandfather and the CIA is where I met your father. The leader of the SD6, a man by the name of Arvin Sloane was not loyal to SD6 or The Alliance and helped the CIA to take down The Alliance for his own good.
There are many more pieces to this puzzle I have to tell you but for now this is all I can write. I have been on the run since before you were born and when I put you up for adoption I knew it was the only safe thing for you. You may think that this is all crazy, and I assure you that it even sounds crazy to me, but you have to believe me. All will be revealed in time.
I will write again soon, Love, your mother.
Emily Turner read the letter she held in her hands again and again in disbelief. She always knew she was adopted but she didn't know that her real mom worked for the CIA. Emily's fourteenth birthday was in a month's time and she had just started ninth grade when she received the first letter. Emily never received mail so she tore the envelope open the second she saw her name on it, she didn't even bother to notice that there was no return address on the envelope. This has got to be a joke. Emily thought to herself as she subconsciously reached for her locket and moved it back and forth on the chain. She didn't understand why someone would sent her the letter unless it really was her mother, but the outrageous claims she made sounded like a soap opera the ones her old babysitter used to watch when she came home from school. Emily was the first to come home after school, her mom and dad came home around five. Emily enjoyed the time to chat with all of her girlfriends on the phone, but today she was too preoccupied with the letter that she didn't her the phone ring. She walked into the house and right past the phone and straight into her room where she sat just re-reading the words again and again in her mind "my name is Sydney Bristow" Bristow, would that have been my last name, no I would have had my father's last name but Emily Bristow sounds a lot more exciting than Emily Turner ever could. Emily did wonder about her father, she now knew that he worked with her mom, but her mom didn't reveal any more information about him. Maybe the woman who wrote this letter was insane.
As the clock rolled around five her parents came home amazed that Emily wasn't on the phone, but the answering machine was full of messages for her. Wondering where their daughter was Emily's mom Jennifer shouted upstairs to her daughter, "Emily are you home?" As if waking from a dream Emily looked up from the letter and looked to the digital clock that sat on her headboard, and saw how late it was, "yep, I am up here in my room, mom." Downstairs Jennifer looked to her husband William and yelled back upstairs to her daughter, "your friends must be thinking you are dead, they have left twelve messages on the machine and nobody has called since you dad and I walked in." "Sorry mom, I will be right downstairs." Emily got off her bed and pulled out an old shoebox she had elaborately decorated from when she first started sneaking makeup, now it held all the things she would hate to lose. She opened the lid and placed the letter on top, if I tell my parents they will freak. She thought as she closed the lid and pushed the shoebox back underneath her bed. Emily ran downstairs to look at her phone messages, "ready to go to dinner, bug?" Her father asked, Emily gave him a puzzled look, "It is Friday and we always go out for dinner on Fridays" William answered Emily's look. Jennifer came into the kitchen looked at her husband and then her daughter, "not answering phone calls, not remembering it is Friday and we are going out for dinner, are you feeling alright sweetheart?" "I'm fine mom, just tired from a week of school, I guess. How does Boston Pizza sound to everyone?"
At the restaurant Emily studied her parents, trying to predict there reaction to the letter, her mom would be shocked and probably would start crying thinking that her baby was going to be taken away and her dad, he would be angry and in complete disbelief about her real mothers story. Most people couldn't tell that they weren't a real family; Emily's hair colour was as brown as her mom and she had strong facial features like her dad but it was the green eyes that gave the family secret away. Nobody on either side had eyes as green as Emily did and she often wondered if they were her real mothers or her real fathers. When Jennifer and William thought Emily was old enough they decided to tell her that she was adopted and the reason they couldn't have children Jennifer was very young when she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, too young everybody said, but William stood by her and he supported the both of them as they both struggled to finish university. When Jennifer had to get a hysterectomy she was devastated but William promised that after college they would get married and adopt as many children as Jennifer wanted, but after they found Emily, Jennifer didn't want anymore. William was hurt because he wanted a big family but a promise was a promise and he wouldn't go back on his word.
After the family came home Emily's best friend called asking if she wanted to go out, Emily declined saying she was tired which made her parents worry even more because Emily hardly said a word that night at dinner but they let her go to her room anyway thinking that it may be just teen hormones. Emily closed the door to her room as soon as she got in, but instead of going straight to the shoebox she surveyed her room, the blue comforter on her bed, the dresser set she has had since she could remember, the desk she begged her parents to get for her so her grades would improve, the guitar in the corner when she wanted to be the next Jewel, her room was her life and again she found herself unconsciously playing with her locket. The grinding sound it made while she moved the piece of silver back and forth on the chain, she wondered have I been moving this locket back and forth all night long? Whatever Emily wanted to do right now the last thing was to look at that letter again so she walked over to the window and saw her next-door neighbour Andrew playing a video game of some kind. Andrew and Emily were best friends when they were children since they lived beside each other all their lives. They used to get the other persons attention at night by throwing things at each other's window and use tin can phones to talk to each other. Emily saw an old rock she left by her window for such an occasion and she held it in her hand, she knew she could trust Andrew more than she could trust any of her girlfriends. He was the only one who knew that Emily was adopted and he never told a soul and Emily needed that kind of confidence right now, even though they weren't that close now it was a mutual going of separate ways. Emily threw the rock at his window Andrew looked startled and put down his controller. Emily opened her window and Andrew got the hint to come over. Once he had the window opened she yelled, "Can we go for a walk? I need to talk to you about something important." Andrew gave her a confused look but nodded, "ok, I will meet you outside." Emily grabbed the letter, ran down the stairs and told her parents she was going for a walk, William and Jennifer were watching TV in the living room and Jennifer shouted out some sort of be back by ten instructions but Emily wasn't listening she needed to tell somebody about this letter and she needed to do it now.
Please read and review for this is my first fic and need constructive critisism. Thank you