Hey guys me again:], well anyway, this is my first Franziska Fic, I sort of really felt sorry for her and well, i wanted to show the brother/sister relationship between Miles & Franzy. I got the idea from a picture on Deviant art, it's so cute! I think it's called walking in your shadow or something, Anyway, it gave me the inspiration for this Fic, don't know if I'll do a sequel, haven't planned that far ahead :] R&R guys, and as always, hope you like it...xoxo p.s this is set sometime in the seven years before Apollo Justice.

Disclaimer: Well i don't own the characters or rights to anything, as proven by me writing on Fanfiction in the first place BUT i do own the idea. Xoxo

Memoirs of a Von Karma

Franziska Von Karma was a tough girl and with a past like her's a thick skin was a necessity, a need. Her adoptive brother had gone off to Europe to 'find himself', her father was awaiting trial in a mental institution and her estranged mother had run off with the gardener when she was 7, so life wasn't smelling of roses, but like any other Von Karma before her she got through it.

Franziska content herself with the belief that the world was full of foolishly foolish people, who did foolishly foolish things on a daily basis but she was a Von Karma and she wouldn't not be fooled by these foolishly foolish fools. Cause failure to a Von Karma was never a option, in any aspect of one's life.

The now 21 year old Franziska had moved back to her home country. Right now Franziska stood in front of her family house (it was never a home), a 4 story (including her attic) terrace house stood, with huge glass windows throughout. A for sales sign was in front of it but after 3 months and no buyer it wasn't looking good. The thing was, a lot of people loved the house but after finding out who owned it, they weren't so keen.

Franziska put down her luggage, as she put in the key to open the door. Franziska had decided to move back in (till it sold, at least), she saw no point in her renting out her expensive inner city apartment when her family house was vacant, just sitting there.

She turned the handle and pushed open the door; she picked up her luggage and walked inside. She took in the family feel of her old home, she took s breathe and thought,

"This is it Franziska"

She was about to proceed up stairs to her old room to unpack when she saw a cardboard box at the foot of the stairs, with a post it on it saying,

Sis

She dropped her luggage with a thud and bent down to pick up the box. Underneath the box was a crisp white envelope, she shifted the box under one arm as she used the other to pick up the envelope. She turned it over in her hand and saw a old fashioned, pink wax seal, engraved on it was,

M.E,

"Miles...." She thought to herself. Standing up, she walked into the her sitting room, she placed the box on the glass table in front of her as she set on the white leather couch opposite. She looked around suspiciously (being shot had made her more aware of her surrounds), she noticed most of the furniture was covered and most of the families possessions were packed away, she didn't remember doing that though. Haven't finished looking around and satisfied she was defiantly alone; she turned her attention back to the letter. Franziska neatly opened the sealed letter and took out, with care, a folded up letter. She slowly unfolded it and began to read,

Dear Franzy,

Hello Sis, I'm sorry I wasn't there much when you were younger and I'm sorry for acting like a useless big brother but always remember that I love you and will be there if you need me. Now, before you start wondering why I've grown sentimental, I can reassure you that my mental health is well intact. I got a friend to help out with the packing and cleaning of the house, it was the least I could do but I found some things that you may, or may not want but I kept them for you all the same, i placed them in the box you undoubtedly have found by now. I think out of all the things here these meant a lot to you.

Miss you Franzy, Your Big Brother,

Miles x

Franziska delicately as possible folded back up the letter and placed it on the table. She reached out for the cardboard box; she had left on the table earlier. She picked it up and placed it on her knees, ripped off the duck tape sealing it and opened it up. She took a deep breath as she reached inside. She pulled out a familiar photo album, entitled "Franziska", and Franziska herself dint know whether to cry or cringe. She opened up the steel blue cover and looked at the various pictures of her growing up. Her as a new born baby with her mother, her with her newly adopted brother Miles, her with her father outside the courthouse when she was 11 and her winning the national junior debater title. She thought she was about to cry but held it together, she was not, repeat, not going to cry, that would be height of foolishness (as her father use to say). She placed the tattered old photo album on the couch beside her, as she reached back into the box.

A/N: Hey guy I was going to do this all in one shot but there are numerous factors standing in my way including,

My tyrannical mother is telling me to get off the computer because its 3 am, and if I don't she will throw it out the window.

I'm soooooooooooooooooo tired...z....zzzzz....zzzz!

I just spend last night watching ALL the Saw movies on a dare and my friends keep ringing me up and saying "Hello Chaniece, do you want to play a little game" and it's scaring the crap out of me.

But I decided to do a 3 shot and I nearly have part 2 done, so i just have to get well rested and I should be okay and if it kills me(oh, bad choice of words) I will get this finished because I've grown quiet attached to our blue haired friend. Anyway, Review and spread encouragement/love/hate and any other emotion my nearly unconscious mind cannot think of this early in the morning, and press the little review button. If not well thanks for reading my Fic anyway:] xoxo