A/N: This is a rewritten version of the old story (called "Adam's Sister") as I thought it was very amateurish and I wanted to rewrite it. Feel free to check it out, but trust me, this one is better. Plot changes will be made.

"Get down here right now!" I heard one of the caretakers shouting at one of the other children. Of course this wasn't surprising, considering the fact that I had been in the abusive adoption center since I was only five years old. The caretakers were always forcing us to do all the chores and barely even feeding us. There was rarely any free-time and it was pretty sad...

Flashback

I was sitting in the car, quietly humming in my car seat. We had just started our drive to the grocery store a couple of minutes ago, and Mom and Dad were busy talking to each other. I didn't mind much, since I wasn't a big fan of talking in the first place. I had always been daydreaming, often humming to myself as I was then.

All of a sudden, I was jerked forward, my body pushing against the seat-belt. The breaks had just activated. I looked out the front window just as we crashed into a car. We hadn't stopped quickly enough. My head slammed against the window beside me, most likely giving me a concussion. That was the least of my worries. In front of me, the horrifying sight of blood pouring from multiple wounds on each of my parents' bodies was happening. The front window had shattered. The glass was spread out, reaching from the floor, all the way up to both of their heads. They were both slumped over, obviously unconscious.

I wondered if the guy we crashed into had suffered a similar fate, but I didn't bother looking. Soon, an ambulance and a few police cars had surrounded us and we were taken to the hospital.

That was where I found out that both of my parents were dead and I was left with nobody left in my life, other than my own sad soul. I cried for hours, even after arriving at the adoption center. I had learned of their abusive behavior almost instantly. When I hadn't stopped crying, they were sick of it.

End of Flashback

That was pretty much my life story. I was simply another slave to the caretakers here, and that hadn't changed. I was currently scrubbing the floor to avoid being yelled at it. Of course, the'd probably complain about it one way or another no matter what I did.

Suddenly, one of the evil witches handed me a phone, mumbling an "It's for you," and speeding off, most likely to yell at someone. I put the phone up to my ear.

"Is this Ally?" A voice asked from the other side. I nodded, but quickly realized they couldn't see me.

"Mhm. This is her," I replied in a quiet voice, having not known the person. I started to get excited, hoping that it might be possible that I might be receiving freedom.

"Okay...Well, hello, Ally. My name is Mr. Brown and I'm calling to tell you something very important that I've just found out about you..." The caller's voice trailed off. He seemed nervous.

"What is it?" I asked, excitement evident in my voice.

I was anxious to know what he was going to say next, but I never thought I'd hear the words he said, "You have a brother, Ally."

I was silent for a few minutes, shocked by this news. I had always been told I was an only child. "Ally?" Mr. Brown asked, probably getting impatient. I hummed in response, encouraging him to elaborate further. "His name is Adam, Adam Dalhberg." I almost screamed in delight at the name. Adam Dalhberg as in SkyDoesMinecraft? I thought.

"Well, um...Is he going to adopt me?" I asked, trying not to squeal.

"Hold on, I'll ask him. I'll call you back in a few minutes," Mr. Brown said before hanging up. I sighed, relieved I could let out my wild emotions. I squealed, but covered my mouth realizing that I was still at the adoption center. I held the phone in my hand and waited patiently for the call.