My name is Kate. My mom died 12 years ago in a car accident when I was 4 years old. At least that's what I read in a newspaper article. I was in the car with her but somehow I survived without a scratch. They called me "the miracle child." Yeah what a miracle that I would live the rest of my life without a mother somehow blaming myself for her death.
I was put into foster care when I was 5 years old because my "loving aunt" that "gloriously" took me in after my mom died, had a boyfriend that had a hobby of coming home at night and hitting me. One day he punched me so hard I threw up blood and ended up in the hospital. That's when I met Ronda, my social worker. Over the years she's become like a mother to me. Probably because I see her every time I get dumped from a foster home. The last time I saw her was a year ago right after I had just left my 15th foster home. Well, more like kicked out of.
Once again in the waiting room of my social workers office, I was picking at the fancy wood of an arm chair that was extremely uncomfortable.
"Kate?" I looked up to see a tall woman with long brown hair, her frown lines become more noticeable with every visit. I got up from my chair and walked into a room that was so familiar to me is was like my own bedroom. But, I don't know how I would ever be able to live in a room with grey walls and grey carpet. I think I would go crazy.
"Hello Ronda, you look great. Are you doing something with your hair?-"
"Kate, you are killing me. You can't keep sabotaging every family without giving them a chance."
"I know I know, but the dad totally creeped me out. He kept staring at me. You think I'd feel safe sleeping at night with creepy Steve across the hall" I looked at Ronda questionably.
"Well Kate, luckily I've found another family for you. They are a little younger than all the other families you've stayed with so you might just get along."
"Hmm… I'll think about it." I smiled at Ronda.
"Kate sweety you don't have any other options. I'm sorry to have to break this to you but you are either living with that family or going back to the group home."
I looked out the window as I tried to hold back tears.
A small smile crept upon my face as I was hit with an idea.
"Ronda?" I looked over at her and she smiled at me. "How about I stay with you? I'll be really good and I won't get into any trouble! Please, Ronda! I'm sick of going from foster home to foster home. Living with people that I know will never want me because-because" I started to cry hard. I promised I wouldn't let myself cry but the tears were flowing freely now. Ronda got up from her chair and walked over to me giving me a hug.
"Oh hunny I really wish I could take you in but I travel a lot with all my other foster kids trying to get them homes. I'd never be around."
I managed to calm down a bit and I sniffled and said "Oh-" RING! Our conversation was broken off when she got up to answer the phone.
"Hello? Yes this is she. OH! Yes she's in the room with me as we speak. Mmhm. I'll send over the paperwork immediately." Ronda hung up the phone and looked at me smiling. "Kate, another option has come up. It looks like the investigator has finally found another blood relative of yours."
"They found my dad?!" I was filled with so many emotions. "No, they found your brother. Well half-brother, you both have the same father."
"Oh..." I sunk down in my chair trying to take in all the new information. "Kate, if you choose to you can live with Sam and his fiancée in La Push, Washington."
"Do they want me?" I looked over at Ronda. "Yes Kate, they would love to have you."
"Really?" happy tears filled my eyes letting my mascara run. But I didn't care.
"Really?" She looked at me and smiled.
The next thing I knew I was sitting on a plane to La Push, Washington, about to meet a brother I never knew I had.
Sam's POV
A mix of emotions filled me after an investigator left my home, leaving Emily and I with the knowledge that somewhere out there I had a little sister that was soon going to live with us. I looked down at the picture that was given to me of a 16 year old girl with long wavy dark brown hair, slightly tanned skin, and sparkling blue eyes that were mixed with grey. She must have gotten her looks from her mother. Looking closer I see that we share the same nose that we got from our father. Kate was very beautiful. I'll have to keep an extra eye on the boys I'd kill them if any one of them did something to hurt her. A strange protective feeling overcame me- A brotherly instinct. I looked over at Emily who was excitedly making plans to decorate a room for Kate. When we first got the news I was worried about how Emily would take it, but from the beginning she was happy about it. That helped me get used to the idea. I kissed Emily on the cheek as I set the picture down on the counter as I ran outside and phased so I could let the pack know.
-1 week later-
Hearing a knock at the door I groaned as I looked at my clock. 7 am. I couldn't get any sleep last night knowing today was the day I was meeting my little sister.
I got up quietly trying not to wake Emily and opened the door.
"Hello is this Sam Uley's house?" A small girl asked shyly as she looked at my shirtless body.
"Shouldn't they send you with someone because you're a kid?"
"Shouldn't you wear a shirt when you're expecting a guest?"
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