Hello all!

This is my first Full House fan fiction story...actually, it's my first fan fiction story ever...so please be patient with me and I hope you like it!

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A teenage girl walked down the street, clutching a worn backpack in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. She was looking at the addresses of the houses in front of her, and then comparing them to the numbers scribbled on her paper.

Anyone passing by probably wouldn't even notice the girl, because she was so average. She was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans that were both in very bad shape and quite filthy. Her hair was dirty blonde, long, and actually rather nice. Strands of hair covered her light face and dark green eyes. She would be beautiful if she could clean herself up and pull her hair out of her eyes. But since she couldn't, she was stuck the way she was.

Suddenly, the girl stopped in front of a house. She scanned the address with her eyes and looked down to the paper, repeating the motion several times. And then, when she was sure, she took a deep breath, walked up to the front door and knocked on it.

There was the steady thump of footsteps inside the house, and then the door swung open to reveal a young blonde girl in the doorway. She was probably about nine or ten and was staring at the visitor with a curious gaze.

"Hi..." The younger girl said cautiously. "Who are you?" But before the visitor could answer the question, there was a male voice from somewhere inside the house.

"Stephanie? Who's at the door?" A tall man appeared in the doorway. The man was very skinny and towered over both girls. He was far from handsome and had a slightly stern look to him.

"I don't know, Dad. She hasn't told me her name." The girl called Stephanie told the man. The visitor's eyes flickered quickly from one to the other.

The man turned towards the girl at the door. "What's your name?"

The girl swallowed her fear and spoke. "Is Becky at home?"

The man looked confused, but answered quickly. "Yes, she is."

The girl smiled. She was almost there. "Could you please tell her that Emily is here to see her?"

Seconds later, Becky was running downstairs. Apparently Emily was at the door...but that couldn't be possible, Emily was either dead or with a nice foster family. So what was she doing at the door of the Tanner family house?

Her suspicions were confirmed when she came to the door and saw Emily standing there. This girl was older...dirtier...but Emily had a very unusual look to her and Becky could recognize her anywhere.

"Becky, do you know this girl?" Danny asked. Emily was carefully watching both of them.

"Yes..." Becky stepped forward, and to Danny's surprise, she wrapped the girl in a tight hug. When they let go, Becky ushered Emily inside.

"Hi Becky." Emily said, grinning. Her smile was still the same- bright and cheerful, with just a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Emily...how are you? What are you doing here? Why do you look like that? Don't get me wrong- I'm happy to see you, but you're supposed to have a very nice home and you're not supposed to be looking for me." Becky was flustered, trying to convince Emily of a million things at once.

"I'll explain it all, don't worry. And- I hate to impose, but could I have something to eat? I'm famished...haven't eaten for days." Emily requested, still smiling.

"Oh yes... how silly of me, I should get you something to eat, and you can explain while you eat." Becky rushed into the kitchen, with Danny right behind her, while Stephanie and Emily followed more slowly.

So Emily got something to eat, and while she ate, she spoke to Becky. Becky seemed to understand everything that was going on...Danny and Stephanie were beyond confused. They were lost.

"Anyway, I've been living on the street for a while. I've made some friends, I've stolen some food- yeah, it's a hard life, but it's not so bad." Emily said, waving her fork wildly.

"You stole food?" Stephanie replied, unable to believe it.

Emily turned her gaze to Stephanie. "Yeah...I stole food. You know, people are really cruel these days- they expect you to pay for your food. I mean, seriously, who has money to buy food?"

Danny and Becky exchanged a look over Emily's head as she finished off the rest of her food.

"So, Emily, how you do you know Becky?" Danny inquired.

Emily stared at Danny for a moment, and then her head whipped around to look at Becky. "You haven't told them?" Her voice was lined with disbelief.

Becky looked down at the table. "Well, Emily, I never thought you'd show up at my house."

"It's my house." Danny interrupted.

"I never thought you'd show up at Danny's house." Becky corrected herself.

"Well, you thought wrong."

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Well, that's the first chapter. I hope you liked it!