This is just some random idea that popped into my head tonight. It will probably range from 3-5 chapters, maybe more, depending on the feedback.

Here we go! Hope you enjoy!

The thing about growing up with so many siblings is that you tend to be with them so much that you start to get too close in a small space. You grow up together close, and tend to be closer to some siblings then others. Then as you grow up, and move out of the house, you slowly drift apart.

As sad as it sounds, that's exactly the pattern my life followed. The saddest part though, is the thing that would bring us all back together.

Being ready for 3am, I set off from my home, which was in a small town right outside of Boston. Me and my brother Mike were flying into Chicago for the next few days to be with the family, and I was picking him up along the way.

To be honest, I was kind of nervous for the whole thing, since I had barely seen any of them in about 3 years, when I had lost touch with them.

I screeched on the breaks as I almost crashed into the white sedan in front of me. Traffic….perfect. Just what I needed.

After what seemed like forever, I finally got into the Harvard campus. Mike was to meet me at the front, wherever that was. I just stopped at where I thought was the right spot.

Yep. My baby brother was a freshman at Harvard. Who knew that the kid who was hanging off our roof 10 years ago would end up with a good education? This week was his first week there, and the fact that he had left home less then a week before dad died of a sudden heart attack probably made him feel terrible.

'What am I even doing here?' I thought to myself. Heck, I had no idea what my brother looked like now. The last time I saw him he was just a 15 year old kid, a little over 5 feet tall. Who knows what he looked like now?

I sighed. I had to go through with this. I was to meet up with another 11 Bakers in Chicago, and how was I going to face mom?

As I drove through the front of the campus, I looked out the window at the faces I was seeing walk by. I had no idea what Mike looked like. He had contacted me about dad's death through the phone, asking me to pick him up on the way to the airport to fly out of Boston, saying he would only be carrying a big black suitcase. Really helpful bro. I bet half the people here own a black suitcase. I just told him to look out for my car, a red Chevrolet cobalt.

I spotted a Latino guy walking by my car. He smiled at me, and I forced a small smile back as I drove by.

Okay Sarah. Focus. Find Mike! It can't be too hard to find him, right? I grew up with him, didn't I?

Suddenly a woman wearing a professional looking uniform walked up to my car. She wore a burgundy shirt with black pants. The front desk lady maybe?

She cleared her throat before she spoke.

"Sarah Baker?" she asked, using a snarky tone. I ignored her, and replied.

"Yeah?"

The woman put on a smug smile.

"I am here to escort you to Michael Baker, who I hear you are taking off campus this weekend," the woman explained.

Michael Baker? Sure, Michael was his birth name, but he hadn't gone by Michael in ages. I guess this place was really uptight and high class.

I got out of my car and followed the woman into a building, where I assumed Mike would be waiting for me. We walked inside, and I looked around for my brother. The woman seemed to know my brother, since she walked me over there specifically.

I gulped when the woman brought me over to my brother, who was sitting on the couch with some girl, obviously not noticing my appearance. He then leaned into kiss her, but he was interrupted by my tour guide.

"Mr. Baker!" she shouted. He immediately whispered something to the girl, who then rushed off.

I took a look at my brother. He was….handsome. He was all dressed in a nice, black suit, ready for the funeral. Smart thinking…I brought some clothes along to change into, but when I was going to change into them, I did not know.

He still had the same face. He still had his shaggy sandy brown hair, and his puppy dog eyes. He was slightly taller, maybe 5'8, but he was still rather short.

"Thank you for escorting my sister," Mike told the woman, dismissing her, barely any expression in his voice.

I turned to my brother. What was I to say to him? I hadn't talked to him in years!

Mike turned to me, sighing.

"Well, let's get out of here," he grumbled. I walked forward, and he followed me to the car. I popped the trunk so he could put his luggage in there. He then hopped in the car and put his seatbelt on.

It pained me to be in the car with him. Despite our 4 year age difference, we were really close as children. Me, Jake and Mike were always doing stuff together. Playing outside, skateboarding, video games….you name it. They were my closest siblings. Not anymore I suppose.

I sat there, trying not to cry. Whatever bonds we had when we were little were now gone. They had somehow disappeared out of existence. It pained me to see us like this. I just wanted to hug him and apologize, but I knew that it wouldn't fix things.

I felt a tear roll down my left cheek. I quickly wiped it away, hoping Mike would not notice. Luckily, he was too occupied tapping his fingers on the inside door handle.

More tears welled up in my eyes. I sighed quietly.

'Come on,' I told myself. 'Sarah Baker doesn't cry.'

The rest of the car ride was silent. I drove; he sat there, not saying a word.

As the plane landed in Chicago, I looked around for Mike. Once we got to the airport in Boston, we had separated, and we sat separated on the plane because we didn't prebook our seats since it was a last minute flight.

Since I was near the front of the plane, I stepped off quickly, waiting for Mike to pass by me so we could catch a cab to get to the house, where we were all meeting. Since I had no idea how to get there, Mike was to kind of be my tour guide I suppose.

Mike was one of the last people to step off the plane. He saw me immediately, and walked towards me, avoiding eye contact.

I sighed deeply. I missed my brother. This wasn't the Mike I knew. I remember Mike as my little brother, who I used to have so much in common with. Now we were left with nothing. Once again, I just wanted to reach out and hug him, but I couldn't. I was too scared for his reaction. Plus, I hadn't even spoken a word to him yet today.

Yeah. I was probably one of the top nominees for the sister of the year award. That's definitely me. Mike stopped when he reached me.

"Okay, so we'll just get our luggage, then catch a cab to get to moms," he explained.

I nodded in agreement, biting my lip nervously.

"But wouldn't that cost a lot?" I asked. "The house in pretty far from the airport."

Ahhh….the house. It was the mansion we lived in, and I learned to like it over time. I eventually made friends in Evanston along with everyone else.

"We moved Sarah," Mike told me.

I gulped. So much for trying to start a conversation with him. Maybe I'd try again later.

"But of course, you would never know that because you never visit," Mike said accusingly.

I didn't bother replying to that. I felt dejected as we went into the airport. We continued on not saying a word to each other as we grabbed our luggage, and went to grab a cab.

As we hopped in the back seat of the cab, I decided to try and start conversation again.

"So….uh….how did you guys track me down?" I asked my brother.

Mike sighed.

"Being a student at Harvard gives you powers you would never think of having," he explained.

"I see," I replied, wondering what his 'powers' were, and why he had suddenly turned into a scholarly type. He didn't care much for his grades back in the day. He mostly just slacked off.

After another 5 minutes of silence in the car, we pulled up to the new house. I was still pretty bug, but it was a newer house in the middle of a new housing development.

As we hopped out of the cab, a car pulled into the driveway. The driver stepped out, and I realised it was another person I was nervous to see.

Little cliffhanger! You'll have to wait for the next chapter!

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Cheers!

~Lauren