A/N this is what I think would make a good AG story. Also this counts as fanfiction because I'm a fan and this is fiction!
It's Home
Victoria's POV
I didn't always live in Alaska. It wasn't until the attack on Pearl Harbor that I was sent here; to Fairbanks. Mom, Sara and I used to live on the army base there. At first we didn't think any thing bad would happen to us it just did. Because of our fantasy I will never see my father again.
I cried the entire trip up here as well as Sara, my sister. We're twins, except unlike me her hair is curly, fire engine red. Her eyes are the color of grass. She was beautiful. As for me, well I look nothing like her. I have black curly hair and one chocolate brown eye and the other is strangely violet.
As any on the base could tell we absolutely loathed each other. Most of the time Sara got what she wanted. It was only because she was wheel chair bound. I only seemed to be that I was there to care for her. She always had a big bow in her hair and light pastel colored dresses. Me, I'd easily pass for black or white cotton ones.
While I wasn't the favorite at home I was the favorite among the soldiers. Once or twice someone bought a two cent ice cream while my parents weren't around. They all said I gave them hope as I sung The Star-Spangled Banner. They survivors were all the more sad as my mother explained that we were moving to my aunt's home until the end of the war.
"Mommy, I don't like it here. Can we go home?" Sara asked.
"No, sweetie. It's not safe there. Why don't you play with Toria while I talk to your aunt." Toria was my Mom's pen name for me. I didn't like it but I felt I shouldn't object.
"Yes Mam!" My sister said with a smile. She wheeled her self over to were I stood in a shadowy corner. "Icky, Mommy said I had to play with you."
At first I didn't hear her. I was too busy playing with the hem of my black dress. I was also wearing black tights, dull, brown Mary Janes and a gray sweater. All under a dark green wool coat. Sara quickly reached for my old navy fedora on my head. My hands flew to the spot where my hat used to be.
"Hey! Give that back!" I whined. I reached out and grabbed the hat force lay out of my sisters pale hands. I placed it back on my head and went back to fumbling with the brown ribbons that held my two braids together.
" Mommy! Victoria yanked my arm! It left a mark!" She yelled. Mom turned to expect Sara's arm.
"Helen, I'm sorry for Toria's behavior. Normally she's a good little seven year old."
" Mom, I'm nine and half. The same age as Sara. We're twins remember?" I told her patiently. She always got my age wrong. She did the same thing with Sara. She insisted that she wanted us to stay little girls for ever.
"That's right! Next time Toria don't be mean to your sister." She said blatantly. Mom didn't even look at me. I knew she wouldn't. Sara smirked as I looked downward shamefully. "Well, Helen I'm off to the dock! See you in 6 months. Sara be good." She kissed her cheek. Mom the walked out and left us with Aunt Helen.
" Hello, dearys! I'm your Aunt Helen! Golly, miss Sara you've grown since I last saw you!" Oh great, another relative to dote on Sara. Surprisingly she continued. "Oh and you must be Victoria! Bless my soul you look just like your daddy!"
" Pleasure." I whispered from the corner. When Aunt Hellen should me my room I was contempt. It was a small room in the attic. A single bed with dark green bedding sat in the corner. Next to it was a wooden chair with four books. A stuffed bunny lay on top. A chest was at the foot of the bed waiting for me to fill it up. Lastly on the bed was a porcelain doll. She looked just like me.
"Your daddy had that specially made when he saw you. I don't know why he never gave it to you." She said when thunder cracked through the sky. It had been raining all day, so rain drops fled down the window across from my bed.
"Do you like your room?"
I turned to her and replied curtly, "Yes. It's lovely." With that she left the area. I rushed over to the bed, where the doll laid. "Esther." I whispered as I curled myself around the doll. As I drifted to sleep my eyes seemed to see a pale Japanese looking girl as I fell asleep.
"Welcome, Victoria Ethel LaVey." I thought I heard her say.
