Angelika POV

"Angie, why are you leaving?" Billy asks and I turn around to face him.

"I've been here for years, Billy, and I finally found a reason to leave. I'm taking it." I explain but Billy seems unsure.

"I understand that you would leave to see your sister but also on the mere hopes on a modeling job? I don't know, Ange." Billy sighs and watches me pack some more.

"But doesn't the system make you feel safe?" Billy tries again and I shoot him a look.

"Fine but you know what I mean." Billy says.

"Look," I sit down on my filled suitcase, "I love you guys but its been sixteen years of being tossed around. I want to make my own choices. I need to start somewhere. Why not New York? Home of Top Models."

Billy pouts but my mind has been made since Emma suggested that I move there. Take up modeling or something.

I see Billy scrunch up his face and I pull him into my arms. I feel really sorry for the sixteen year old. I've been his sister for two months and he was by far the nicest and best sibling from the foster families.

I rest my cheek on Billy's red jersey.

"Better?" I ask him and he nods into my blonde hair. "On the bright side, you have boarding school in a couple days and you'll be torturing so many teachers that you wont have time to remember me."

Billy sniffs and moves back. "What do I tell Mom?"

I place my suitcase on the ground and lift a thin pillow that had been mine since I was a baby. I close the bag and give it to him and say, "The truth. Give me that next time we see each other. Promise?"

Billy nods and he runs into my arms for a last hug. I hug him for a couple seconds then say "let me go?"

Billy shakes his head and I chuckle but unwrap his arms from my back.

"Bye, Billy-goat." I call as I drag the suitcase after me, its wheels jumping about when I reach the pavement outside.

The blue bus is there, waiting.

I lug my suitcase in and sit down in an empty seat and I watch the world stream by.

It was hours until I finally saw Times Square. It was night and all the blinking signs were advertising many different things. I marveled at them as I pulled my suitcase out of the bus as soon as the bus got to the stop.

I looked up and spun around, trying to read every sign. In a second, I am pushed to the ground.

A girl had her arm looped through my suitcase and was grinning madly on my stomach.

"Emma!" I squeal and get up to hug her tightly.

"Let me get a good look at you. My twin sister." I beam at her and admire her dark brown hair that has been dyed the color of dark chocolate and then there's our eyes that have a very strange quality. They are a strong electric blue though have large flecks of gold. Emma's thin petite figure is hugged by her galaxy top and black shorts and her feet, shoe size 5 like mine, are dressed in black sandals.

"I'm not dressed for NYC." I complain and Emma laughs and hands me back my bag as I glance down at my casual black top and high-waisted tie-dye shorts. And Vans.

We walk to up to a hotel and the doorman greets Emma politely. "Hello Emmaline. Is this your sister? Angelika, right?"

"Hi, nice to meet you." I say and shake his hand. He smiles and then I let his hand go and Emma walks with me to the elevator.

"And now you will get to meet my scarily huge family." Emma smiled and pressed the button to the penthouse. We waited for a minute and then the minute Emma and I walked out there was nothing. The next minute, however, we got attacked by many yelling children.

"GINGER!" Emma yells and a woman with red hair just rushes down the stairs.

"If you get off them, you get cookies." The woman suggests and all the children jumped off us and ran toward what I guess is the kitchen.

"And you've only met a third of them." Emma laughed and I make a scared noise.

"Don't worry, the rest are in middle school or in high school." Emma reassures me.

The woman reappears in front of Emma and I. "Hi, my name is Ginger and i'm Emmaline's foster mother. Along with all these little monsters."

I chuckle nervously and Emma leans down to pet a puppy who was rolling around on the floor.

"Thank you for having me, Ginger." I say and glance at the red dachshund puppy.

"The pleasure's mine. Please make yourself at home," Ginger says and she smiles warmly.

"How many foster siblings do you have?" I ask Emma incredulously.

Emma ties up her hair and says like its the most normal thing in the world "28."

I gasp. "Wow! Lets get some sleep and maybe I can meet your humongous family in the morning."

Emma nods happily and we walk upstairs to a room and there is are already two large beds in the middle. I see where my suitcase is and I fall against the bed.

"Please tell me you're sleepy." I moan and Emma shuts off the lights and I crawl into unfamiliar bed, with my traveling clothes still on.

A/N: Please be nice, this is my first chapter in my first story and I want to see how writing this and posting it would do. I hope whoever reads it, likes it. I also hope that you might favorite it or even better, follow it, or me... maybe.

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