A/N: Hey everybody! This is my first sister fic, I promise I will not make Anna Mary-sue; I hate those type of fics! I will try to stay away from that, and if she is getting a bit Mary-sue-ish, just let me know in a review and I will fix it.
June 5th, 1966
Dear diary,
Just a few days ago my parents went away. They said it would be a "vacation." They lied. I didn't know where they were going, they never told me. I was home alone for about two weeks. I managed though; I had cereal, saltines, water, and soup, and whatever I could find in the house. Once in a while I went to a neighbor's house and had dinner with them.
When it was a sunny day on a Friday, I got worried. They shouldn't have stayed that long. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, they weren't coming home. Mom and dad weren't coming home, they never wrote letters or called me to make sure I was alright, it didn't really surprise me though.
I immediately called the police. I told them that I was home alone for weeks, they came right away. They took me to a girl's home.
After a few days, the Department of child services tracked down a family member, my older brother, Dallas. They told me I was going to be sent to him.
I know about Dally, as we called him. I don't remember him that well, he was never home, heck, and he never bothered with me. He got arrested when he was ten, he was always in jail. I didn't know him.
I told the Department Of Child Services. They ignored me. I don't want to go to Tulsa, Oklahoma! I'd rather stay here in the girl's home! I bet that Dallas doesn't want to watch some fourteen year old girl. He'll probably rather be getting drunk, doing things with prostitutes, and maybe even killing people. I don't trust him.
Right now, we're close to Tulsa; we're between the border of Kansas and Oklahoma. I've been in this car for a while now.
What I have packed with me are, all the clothes I own, my diary, and 'The Diary of Anne Frank.'
Anne Frank is my hero. Ever since our English teacher assigned us to the book, she was my hero. This is one of the main reasons why I even keep a diary. She also sees good in all people, even the Nazis! I guess that maybe I should give Dally a chance, try to see the good in him. Maybe mom and dad have good in them. This is why Anne Frank is my hero. She was also a very brave girl. She was hidden in an attic for about a year, she never complained, and then she was sent to a concentration camp. I felt very bad for her, she was very young when she died.
We are now arriving in Oklahoma City for Dallas to pick me up. I'm pretty sure he isn't very happy abut it though. I don't want to know how he's going to treat me. I never knew him very well; I haven't grown up with him to love him, or to be friends with him. Maybe he's like dad, maybe he's like Anne Frank, and maybe he's an ordinary person.
No matter what, I will still believe that there is still good in all people.
Yours truly,
Anna Winston.