Author's Note: Hello everyone! My name is Nowordwriter and I'll be writing this story here for you! I really hope you enjoy it and if you do, feel free to leave a review! I'll apologize beforehand if I make any grammar mistakes. Sorry. Feel free to correct me on those, also. Enough chit-chat. Read on!

-NWW

Hello! My name is Evelyn West and this is my journal you are reading. Yes, I am fifteen year old girl writing in a journal. Don't hear of that much do you? Nowadays it's all "You don't have enough make-up on OH-EM-GEE!" and other crap like that. Well, the reason I have a journal is one, my foster mom gave it to me. Two, it's cool looking. It's plain...black. But it's leather, so that makes it awesome. Three, I am probably one the most fortunate girls on earth. Why? You might ask. Because I have met Sherlock Holmes.

Alright so you know my name and you know my age. Now for my looks. Wavy hair, an unattractive shade of light brown I must admit, hangs down to just past my shoulders. You can tell I'm concentrating when I have my hair pulled back with my special red hair-tie. It's red...and kind of worn out...but hey, it works. I'd like to tell you that I have a light splattering of freckles over my nose...but...I've been told wishful thinking is a strong suit of mine. So basically it looks like the freckle monster threw up on my face. Like, six times. My nose in weirdly long and I'm 5'5''. Okay, now for personality...let me think...I'm pretty easy going, not too attatched to any specific person place or thing. Um, I'm pretty quiet but I guess I tend to ask a lot of questions. And I've been told I ask the weirdest crap too. And say the weirdest things...according to Amy (my foster mom). Also I don't have many friends. I'm not socially awkward or anything, when the time calls for it I can be wonderfully friendly. But I don't see the point of longterm friends. Well, besides Tyler of course.

I like to have people working for me. And, appparantly I can get people pretty angry when I use sarcasm. Now...things I like... I like to play the violin...I like the color red...I like loud music...I like otters...I like maps...I love puzzles. Not like puzzles with pieces that you fit together, but figuring things out. I'm pretty good at them too. Mental Puzzles.

I used to live in Washington D.C but have since moved to London. That was...about a year ago. And my recollection take place at that time. The story will begin with Evelyn's Life History. Remember though, I am telling the tale as if it is happening like now. Enjoy!

Evelyn's life history: My biological parents are Matt and Penny West. They raised me until I was three then something about them changed and they decided they weren't ready to have kid yet. So bye-bye, I was sent off to...any guesses? You got it! FOSTER CARE! Yay! So far I have lived with three families, all of which discarded me after they got bored. I am currently living with the Collins' Family. Henry Collins and his wife, Amy, took me in when I was thirteen. They have two sons, Charlie, who is seven and Tyler who is seventeen. My brothers. Charlie has dark, dark, dark, dark brown hair, like his dad, and deepset eyes, also like his dad. He's pretty much Henry's mini-me. Amy on the other hand has loooong lustrous blonde hair. Which Tyler inherited. Yep, so anyway. For my birthday last week, I turned fifteen, Amy and Henry told me they were going to officially adopt me sometime in the next few weeks. I was sooo ecstatic! Finally a sense of belonging and worth came over me. And my foster brothers were all for it as well. It's always a plus when your brothers want you too.

So I woke up, sprawled out over my bed, as if I were trying to be one of the sheets themselves. It was Friday morning, third day of summer vacation. I probably would have stayed there half the day if it weren't for the ungodly noise that had woken me up in the first place.

"Evelyn! Evelyn!" The pitch kept rising at the end of my name each time it was yelled, so at first I thought it was Charlie and his puberty was hitting a few years early. God, that's just what we need. A brainy seven year old with a voice like a man. Shiver. See, Charlie is quite intelligent in the way of Mathematics. He's normal with all other subjects but for some reason he excels in math. Seriously you wouldn't know how horrible it is unless you had your younger sibling correcting your math homework and offering to take tests for you if you paid him.

I rolled over and shouted, "WHAT?!"

"Evelyn there's a bug in my room!" Oh, Tyler is kind of a macho dude. Tall, lean, muscular. Annnnnd deathly afraid of bugs. He's reminded me more than once that if I accidently slip and let that detail out at school he will personally pull out my intestines and feed them to Coffee, our family's pet rabbit. I'm not going to put that past Tyler either, I just feel bad for Coffee.

"FINE!" I rubbed my bleary eyes and peered at the clock. 9:17. It should be against the law for teens to get up before 10am in the summer. I toppled out of bed and pulled open my movie-poster covered door and stumbled down the hall to Tyler's room.

It took me 15 minutes to find and dispose of the the little itty bitty bug. And it's not like Tyler was helping much. He cowered on his bed the whole time. After I helped Tyler out, I showered, dressed, ate food, watched TV, got the mail, said hello to my neighbors, ate more food, went for a run—I'm proud to say I am quite muscular and lean, sometimes I work out with Tyler—, ate more food, called up some aquiantances of mine to talk business—I run a Lost Things Found company so I have a few kids working for me—, helped Tyler cook spaghetti for supper and then finally at 6:00pm exactly, Henry burst through the door, just as he does every other day of the week.

"Me Familia!" He announced with a sad attempt at Spanish. We cringed. "No me familia?" he said again, a frown upon his face.

"No more me familia," Tyler and I responded in unision, sadly shaking our heads. Charlie dashed into the room, his dark hair tousled and still in his pajamas.

"Dad! Guess what? Tyler screamed again today! And then Evelyn had to go save him!It was fuuuuuuunny!" Tyler reddened and started to respond but was cut off by Henry.

"Did he? That's interesting, but remember what Mom told you about laughing at others fears?"

Charlie crinkled his nose. "I s'pose"

Henry ruffled the little genius's hair. "Well there you go. What's for dinner?"

Amy arrived a few minutes later and we all sat down as a family to eat our delicious and hearty spaghetti meal.

"Since we are all here, Dad and I have an announcement to make." She glanced at Henry and he gave her an encouraging nod. We all stared at them, slightly confused with noodles half shoved in our mouths. "Now before I continue, I just want you all to that this is not negotiable," She looked pointedly at Tyler. "Whether you like it or not. Dad has had very lucrative job offer and we have decided to accept it."

Henry works for some company, they make furniture or immediately knew what was coming next.

"No!" he said forcefully, "I am not moving!"

"Tyler—," Amy tried and failed to calm him.

"No! This is where all my friends are! My life. We—we can't leave, I mean...we can't..." He grew silent and just stared at his plate. I knew Charlie wouldn't really care about moving. He just kinda goes with things. Me on the other hand...well I needed to know where we were moving first. This could effect my business.

"Where would we be moving?" I asked.

My foster parents smiled. "London, England."

The mouthful of noodles I had just lifted to my mouth fell off the fork and slid back onto my plate. Even Tyler lifted his head at this.

"Where is England again?" Charlie asked with cute confused look on his face.

Geography was one thing Charlie wasn't to good at. Tyler stood up so fast his chair fell over backward and crashed onto the ground. He stormed out of the room and a few seconds later we heard his bedroom door slam.

Soooo..." I began, "When do we leave?"

Henry turned to explain to Charlie where England was and such and Amy told me, "Two weeks." She took my hand and squeezed it. "And we almost have the adoption papers."

I was silent at first. This would definitely effect my business. I would have to fire my employees and take Lost Things Found with me or run it from overseas or appoint a new boss and start a whole new company in England. Lost Things Found is my company that finds things—People's valuables, pets...we haven't actually had any missing humans yet, but we were still expanding—that are lost. I actually have six kids working for me and they all have contracts and salaries and we even have our own business cards. It was a lot of work putting that together. I would have to think about it more, but I was feeling inclined toward the option of firing them all and bringing the business with me. Now the adoption papers were wonderful news. I would believe it and show some excitement when I saw it. Don't get me wrong, I really love the Collins parents, but it was like they were holding back just a bit. Almost like they weren't ready to commit to having another kid yet. I guess they liked the idea that they could get rid of me anytime. I'm a bit cynical sometimes.

I smiled and squeezed her hand back. "I guess I need to start packing."

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