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Amelia

The summer like usual was grey and dreary, like every day was. There was no form of cheer anywhere in this stupid little town. I waked along the street; I had just escaped from my overly protective aunt and uncle Juniper and Grover Underwood. I never got to know my parents. They gave me up because they were young and not at all ready to start a family. My aunt and uncle are nice don't get me wrong but there was something that I found unsettling.

They hated anything that involved me going farther than a ten mile radius from home, they didn't like me going anywhere alone, and they always had an eye on me. The rare times when we do go out on vacation or something they were always nervously watching over their shoulders. They were also totally paranoid, not like someone is watching me paranoid, but everything was a conspiracy paranoid.

I was barely down the dirt road leading away from the house when Juniper ran out and stopped me, "Mia where are you going?"

"Um I was going to go for a walk." I lied.

She looked at me and frowned slightly, "Well I need to walk to the farmer's market anyway so why don't we just go there together?"

I sighed inwardly and smiled slight outwardly, "Sure, I'll help you carry the stuff back you don't need to carry that yourself."

"Thank you, I think it's a lovely day to take a walk." She smiled.

Juniper was young; she and Grover had apparently known my parents. They had instantly decided that they would take me in when my parents asked them to.

I try not to dwell on the fact that my parents couldn't keep me and continued to live my life. Juniper kept me home from public schooling and taught me at home. She told me that I was safer at home with her and that I didn't need some of the things they taught in schools. She taught me various things. Things that I'm pretty sure they didn't teach in regular schools. I went through various courses in mythology (especially Ancient Greek), Ancient Greek language, mathematics (I was a pro at Pythagorean Theorem), Greek literature, and such. Grover had taught me some self-defense moves involving a sword, and he taught me about nature.

Juniper and I walked to the farmer's market in town and she held her basket. She looked like any stereotypical organic food freak. She was short and petite, her skin was pale, and her hair was dark brown and wispy. It wasn't thin, but wispy. She had the elfish features someone would associate with some form of fairy from a fairytale.

"Amelia you're a very understanding girl, you get that from your mother." She smiled as I was bent over the selection of fresh peppers.

I looked up at her and smiled, "Really?"

"If only you could meet your parents…" she trailed off and pulled a worn green handkerchief from the pocket of her green raincoat.

"What were they like?" I asked. I know I had asked her many times before but I just loved hearing about them. The only thing I had of them was a locket. A sliver locket they had given me before they gave me up.

"They were good people. There was a lot of love between them. They didn't want to give you up, but it was for the best." Juniper replied.

There were tears in her brown eyes; I swore for a moment that they were green. I shook off the thought and went back to looking at the peppers. Juniper sniffled behind me somewhere and paid the man behind the register for the peppers.

Little did I know that my whole world was about to turn upside down. Everything was about to come crashing down and secrets will come to light. Things were changing and things weren't going to be pretty. I could tell by the feeling that I had in my stomach. It was one of those feelings that twisted your stomach into some freaky yoga pose and only subsided never disappeared.

Claire

I watched the sun as it disappeared behind the trees that lined my backyard. I had snuck out when I should have been getting ready for bed according to my foster mother Rachel. She was pretty cool but sometimes she'd go into these weird blackouts say some funny things and come around not knowing that she said anything.

"Claire I know you're out here." She called from the porch.

I sighed and turned to go back into the house.

Rachel was standing on the porch with a towel covered in paint slung over her shoulder. She was in her usual, a t-shirt covered in paint, jeans that looked just about the same, her curly red hair pulled into a bun on top of her head with two paintbrushes sticking out of it, and no shoes.

"Claire, you know what I've told you about sneaking off a night." She chided.

"I know, I'm sorry Rachel." I smiled.

"Come on, there's something I want to show you." She smiled.

Rachel had been close friends with my parents before they had given me up and she said she didn't even think twice about taking me in. She was single and she told me that she enjoyed my company.

I followed her up the stairs to her studio, the floor was covered in paint, the room smelt of wet clay, and it was just one of the most amazing places in the house.

"Ok what did you need to show me?" I asked her.

She walked over to the corner of the studio where an easel sat under a sheet. She threw the sheet off and there was a painting of me when I was an infant. I was in the arms of someone; by the freckles on them I think they were hers.

"Wow Rachel, how long have you been working on this?" I asked her I was in awe.

"I've been working on it for about a month now." She said.

I hugged her, "That's amazing."

"Well I wanted to do something for your sixteenth birthday, but I thought I would get it to you a little early." She smiled.

"Rach you're awesome." I grinned.

"Come on, it's awfully cold. How does hot chocolate sound?" she asked as we walked down to the kitchen.

While we were sipping on our hot chocolate Rachel looked over at me, "You look so much like your father."

I know what they looked like because I had a locket. A gold locket that I had gotten before they gave me up.

"What were my parents like?" I asked her.

"They were nice. Thought I did throw a hairbrush at your father the first time I met him." She smiled, "I met your mom a year before that when I gave her a ride from the Hoover Dam."

"You threw a hairbrush at my dad?" I asked her curiously.

"I don't even remember why." She smiled.

"Were they good people?" I asked her.

"Your father went through a bit of a rough patch and did some things he wasn't proud of and your mom stayed mad at him for a long time afterward. But to be honest they were very good people." Rachel said before taking a sip of her coffee.

"When they gave me up were they sad?" I asked.

Rachel nodded, "Your mother was in tears, your father was crying as well. It was hard for them to give you up."

"Rachel, did they say anything to you about a sister?" I asked.

Rachel looked at me funny, "Why?"

"I keep having these dreams about myself and another girl. We're standing at the edge of some kind of abyss. Then there's this voice saying something about two sisters." I said.

"Claire honey they're just dreams." She said tightly.

Little did I know that everything was changing. Everything in my world was about to come crumbling down around me. Secrets will come into the light and there are things that will shatter. The safe world I was living in with Rachel was about to become one of the most dangerous places for me at the moment.