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Chapter I

Third Person P.O.V.

Green was all Annika saw and she couldn't help but think La Push had never looked this beautiful before. Until she began to take in her surroundings a little closer and realized she was almost home.

The only thoughts racing in Ana's head were 'what if's'. Like what if they remembered her? What if they didn't remember her? What if they forgot she ever existed? What if they were gone? What if...

She could only shake the thoughts from her head as she saw her childhood home approaching and was now panicking about every scenario that could come out of this. The only emotion left in her was telling her to run, but she couldn't, it was as if her body was on autopilot and all she could do was collect her stuff, pay the taxi, and walk up the steps to her home. If she could still call it that.

Taking a deep breath, she reached for the knob, only to find it locked before she went looking for the spare key, eyes full of shock as she found it taped under the window sill, right where she left it. "I can do it," Her pulse raced as she slid the key in and unlocked the door, hearing a soft, but audible click and she pushed the door open.

Taking a cautious step forward and called out for anybody, only to find the house empty. Her sigh was soft, but had echoed throughout her empty house as she continued on her path up the stairs and stood in front of her room, wondering what was on the other side. Years ago she could've imagined her lavender themed room, but now could only hope was a room with a bed.

Surprise was the only feeling she's been getting consecutively when she opened the door to find herself back into her old life with the soft purple walls, the glow-in-the-dark stars still up on her ceiling, her stuffed animals, everything. Upon further inspection, she found it in tip-top shape, not a single layer of dust, nor a single item moved, but the only question she wanted to ask was why. Why was her room still in perfect condition?

Ana stood in the same spot for a while before her exhaustion got to her and she soon fell asleep in her bed.

Jared stood, several feet away from his unoccupied house, sadness filling him. He wished his parents would go back to the way they were before everything happened, before the accident. But it had taken such a big toll on the three of the them that he couldn't help but understand. Yet all he wished was for his family to come back together, but so far his advances had gotten him nowhere.

He finally moved from his spot, entering through the back door only to find a tall, russet skinned girl at the stove. Shock was one word to describe what he was feeling, but he still couldn't shake off the feeling of familiarity even though he had never seen her before.

"Who are you?" The girl jumped, surprise clearly showing in her somewhat familiar features, but Jared still couldn't help but stare her down; unsure of who she was and what she was doing in his home.

"I'm Annika, don't you remember me?" Confusion had began to fill into his mind, who was Annika? He shook his head and the two stood, staring at each, eye for eye, not backing down before 'Annika' broke away to blink.

"Take a trip back to memory lane, then come question me about who I am." She spun on her heel, a plate balanced on one arm and a drink in the other as she walked back up the stairs as if she owned the place.

Jared stood, dumbfounded before remembering the family photo album and made it his priority to find out who this girl was and what she was doing here.

What appeared to be hours of searching was only half an hour before he found the book hidden out of sight on the shelf beneath the clock. His eyebrows furrowed with confusion as he flipped through it finding blank page after blank page. He didn't understand why the girl told him to look through the album when there was nothing inside until several photos fell out and a folded sheet of paper when he flipped the book upside down.

Jared flipped through the photos first, each and every single one of them with a young boy and girl. As he looked closer, he began to see a large resemblance to himself in the small picture and flipped it around to see if there was anything on the back.

"Jared & me having a great time! I wish life could be this easy or fun all the time- But Mom & Dad hated fun.

Jared- 11 years old

Me- 8 years old".

Each picture was captioned in a similar sense, all holding ages and a statement about how she wished for something, but Jared couldn't put his finger on the thin line he was trying to grasp when he was pulled back into a flashback.

The girl stood on the other side of the table giggling, "I'm sorry Jared, but I had too!"

"Had too!?" Jared rolled his eyes exaggeratingly, letting his sister know he wasn't actually mad at her, yet continued to play with her, pretending to chase her around the house before they ended out in the backyard and lied down on the grass.

"Today was fun." He nodded.

"I wish Mom and Dad would let up sometimes, I never really understood why we have to keep living like this." The girl shrugged, not having an answer.

"Hey," Young Jared turned to look at her.

"What?"

"Promise me you won't forget about me?" He turned to look at the little girl who was staring off into the distance.

"Yeah, Ana. I promise."

Jared jolted back into the present, eyes glazed over as he tried to recall the memory, but still couldn't associate the girl with anything before picking up what looked to be a letter and read through it.

"To Jared or anyone who ever finds this,

if you guys ever realize that I'm gone, then it's because I kind of, moved. The teachers found out that I was much more smarter than anticipated and with the help of the rest of the administrators, they sent me to a good school. It's all the way in Boston, I'm going. I'm going and I'm going to finish high school there. I'm not sure if I'll come back, but the chances are pretty high. I am actually hoping someone finds this, probably no one will even bother now, but if you do, I'm all the way in Boston if you want to contact me. I love you guys even if it isn't reciprocated, bye.

~ Annika Cameron".

All that was going through Jared's mind was the last word in the letter, or the name. Cameron. His last name. And that was when the pieces finally clicked.

She wasn't a stray girl who just happened to find herself in his life, she was his younger sister. It was so much more sense, the last name, the age, the features, and yet he couldn't figure out why he didn't recognize her. But all he could do was sit in the exact same position trying to solve the logic, but it was no use. Because there isn't any, not without her input.

Jared took a deep breath when realizing what he had to do and began ascending the steps, heart pounding faster the closer he got until he stood in front of a door he's always saw, yet never questioned and was beginning to wonder why. He stood, hand raised at the door before coming down softly to knock three times and the door opened soundlessly with the brown-eyed russet meeting his gaze as she stepped aside.

A/N: I know I said TGP was going to be my last story, but I was going through my USB drive and found this and thought why not put it out. I'm not updating this regularly, it's more of a when I have time or feel like it as I'm still updating on this account and several others. But hai, how's life? Updates will be at random so put this on alert if you want to know what happens next, or something. And while you're at it, check out my other stories, like "The Golden Promise", skip "The Silver Promise" because I'm in the process of rewriting/reediting it.

Review! Till Next Time! :)

Uploaded: 03.30.16

Word Count (w/out A/N): 1,369

Edited: 03.30.16 / 05.08.16