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Chapter one
Two girls were walking side-by-side down one of the countless dark, narrow alleyways of London. When they looked around then, they saw trash littered around their feet, lamps flickering overhead, and posters of long-forgotten singers and would-be stars. These alleys are far beyond where the tourists and even the people living here are supposed to see. The girls, twins, each have a large bag slung over their shoulders, filled with blankets, food, and what little money they are able to steal. Their names were Sarah and Jade.
They both have the same wavy dark red hair that flowed down their backs, and the same steely dark blue eyes. These eyes are cold and hard, and had obviously seen too much for their youth. For that was what they were – youth. Two eleven-year-old girls wandering the streets of London. They were very out of place.
Sarah was wearing a green striped t-shirt with a dark brown jacket. Her hair was tied back and she was sporting light blue jeans. Jade, however, had a leather jacket and dark jeans on. Her hair was hidden in her baseball cap and she had a black nose stud.
One would generally find it odd to see two young girls in a non-descript alley in the middle of the night, but they didn't seem to mind. Jade and Sarah lived there, and had been for the past two years, so they learned to ignore the strange looks that they got.
For two years, stealing, pick pocketing, begging, and hiding defined the girls' lives for two years. They had done very desperate things to stay alive, like stealing from stores and even breaking into people's houses to get what they need. If they could have, they would have sold their soul to the devil to get a week's worth of food.
Some people believe that it would be easy to live out there on the streets. They're wrong. Dead wrong. It can be quite challenging to steal from a store. The cashiers are constantly watching their customers, looking for a sign that they want to take something. The twins have countless scars and injuries from getting caught shoplifting and having to run. They ran because if they didn't, they'd have to face the police and child services. And they were never doing that again. Never.
The girls' takes weren't happy ones. They were born on April 19th, 1980 in their mother Lyndasty's house in London. For reasons unknown to her children, Lyndasty gave Jade and Sarah up to the foster care system when they were only a year old. They were put into the system, but were purposely separated so neither of them knew about the other. For eight years, they were shuttled from house to house, never staying longer than a few months. They seemed to unnerve the other family members. They were too quiet.
Jade had a much worse experience during her childhood than her sister. She was unfortunate enough to get into houses with abusive families. She has a scar on the left side of her neck from when one of them threw a steak knife at her. Sarah only had one abusive family, but it was when she was very young. It mentally scarred her, and she became colder and more distant with every family she joined. Both sisters were really messed up when they found each other.
It was a mistake by the foster system that led to the sisters meeting when they were nine years old. It was very confusing for them to see each other for the first time. All sorts of questions ran through their minds – Why had they never met? Why were they separated? Who were their parents? All these questions had to go unanswered for the moment.
People in suits started showing up at the house, and they kept going on about how "the girls must be relocated" and "The Ministry will take care of it". It was disturbing to the nine year olds, and they didn't want to be separated. So they ran.
They left as soon as everyone else went to bed one night, silently gathering up clothes and supplies from the house. They had to lay low for a few months, until the search for them was called off. Then they spent a full two years on their own, always struggling to stay alive. They vowed never again to go back to the foster system. They didn't have any idea that they were special. They didn't know they were important. They didn't even know the true depth of their names: Jade and Sarah Black.
Author's Notes:
Thank you for reading chapter one of my first multi-chapter story! I've planned for this to be a LOT of chapters, so I hope you're willing to wait for the conclusion! Please review to let me know how I can improve my writing. XOXO -