Chapter 1: Millie's POV
I laid in bed, fast asleep. The wind was howling outside, and the rain was pouring, hard. I kept tossing and turning, old memories haunting my dreams.
Virginia Kelsey Smith, 30 and her husband Zachary Alexander Smith 31. Both dead at the scene, killed by a drunk driver in the other car.
The phrase kept repeating inside my mind, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Then I saw it: the two police men, standing at the police cruiser and me, at 5, sitting on the steps of my house, my hair in 2 pigtails, brushing past my ears and down to my shoulders.
I screamed, and bolted up in bed. I could feel the droplets of sweat on my forehead and neck, from being so scared. My heart was beating fast, my breaths long and loud.
My door swung open, my adopted mother standing their, her gun ready to shoot.
"Sara, I'm fine, I just had a nightmare," I said to her, my heart still racing.
"Okay," she replied, lowering her gun. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I repeated. "I wonder how come I am the only one who gets these horrible nightmares on the anniversary of my parents' death."
"Because nobodies parent's died the way yours did, and they have other ways of dealing with their stress from death," she replied. "Now, are you sure you are going to be all right?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Besides, I have school tomorrow, having nightmares isn't really a good excuse for not going to school."
"Alright, good night then," she said, leaving the room.
My parents' death was something that Sara was never really interested in talking about. We would discuss it usually only when I had my nightmares on the anniversary of my parents death. I wondered how the orphanage I had lived at for 5 years had dealt with me, and my nightmares. I sometimes wondered how anyone put up with me. I never doubted anyone, just why they did the things they did.
But I knew that I had 10 friends, who all knew what I was going through. Of course not all of our parents had died in car crashes, and we came to be adopted my people living in the same set of duplexes, not by coincidence, but by fate.
Introducing Lexxy, my best friend. She was a test tube child, and then her mother died, when she was a child. She came to the orphanage, and we became friends, while we waited for someone to find her father. They finally did, 5 years later. Her father, is Gil Grissom, my mother's boss. He came to get her, and she left. Then the next thing me and some of my friends knew, his co-workers were adopting us!
That leaves me to introduce Katie and Alex. They are both fellow red-heads. Katie is 14, and Alex is about an hour younger than me. They were both brought into the orphanage, found on the streets. They live with Catherine Willows, one of my mom's co-workers.
Then there is Kallie and Hallie, both 14, who live with Greg Sanders, a cool guy who works in the lab. Octavia and Jen, who are 13 and live with Warrick Brown, another of my moms co-workers, Alexia's adopted father was Nick, Jewel's and Oceania's was Jim.
We all lived for 4-5 years together in the same orphanage, and now for 5 years we had been living with adopted parents, and we were still as close as we were 10 years ago.
Sorry for the long and dull chapter, but I needed to give you the background information!
I laid in bed, fast asleep. The wind was howling outside, and the rain was pouring, hard. I kept tossing and turning, old memories haunting my dreams.
Virginia Kelsey Smith, 30 and her husband Zachary Alexander Smith 31. Both dead at the scene, killed by a drunk driver in the other car.
The phrase kept repeating inside my mind, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Then I saw it: the two police men, standing at the police cruiser and me, at 5, sitting on the steps of my house, my hair in 2 pigtails, brushing past my ears and down to my shoulders.
I screamed, and bolted up in bed. I could feel the droplets of sweat on my forehead and neck, from being so scared. My heart was beating fast, my breaths long and loud.
My door swung open, my adopted mother standing their, her gun ready to shoot.
"Sara, I'm fine, I just had a nightmare," I said to her, my heart still racing.
"Okay," she replied, lowering her gun. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I repeated. "I wonder how come I am the only one who gets these horrible nightmares on the anniversary of my parents' death."
"Because nobodies parent's died the way yours did, and they have other ways of dealing with their stress from death," she replied. "Now, are you sure you are going to be all right?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Besides, I have school tomorrow, having nightmares isn't really a good excuse for not going to school."
"Alright, good night then," she said, leaving the room.
My parents' death was something that Sara was never really interested in talking about. We would discuss it usually only when I had my nightmares on the anniversary of my parents death. I wondered how the orphanage I had lived at for 5 years had dealt with me, and my nightmares. I sometimes wondered how anyone put up with me. I never doubted anyone, just why they did the things they did.
But I knew that I had 10 friends, who all knew what I was going through. Of course not all of our parents had died in car crashes, and we came to be adopted my people living in the same set of duplexes, not by coincidence, but by fate.
Introducing Lexxy, my best friend. She was a test tube child, and then her mother died, when she was a child. She came to the orphanage, and we became friends, while we waited for someone to find her father. They finally did, 5 years later. Her father, is Gil Grissom, my mother's boss. He came to get her, and she left. Then the next thing me and some of my friends knew, his co-workers were adopting us!
That leaves me to introduce Katie and Alex. They are both fellow red-heads. Katie is 14, and Alex is about an hour younger than me. They were both brought into the orphanage, found on the streets. They live with Catherine Willows, one of my mom's co-workers.
Then there is Kallie and Hallie, both 14, who live with Greg Sanders, a cool guy who works in the lab. Octavia and Jen, who are 13 and live with Warrick Brown, another of my moms co-workers, Alexia's adopted father was Nick, Jewel's and Oceania's was Jim.
We all lived for 4-5 years together in the same orphanage, and now for 5 years we had been living with adopted parents, and we were still as close as we were 10 years ago.
Sorry for the long and dull chapter, but I needed to give you the background information!