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Chapter 2 - Unknown

Piper's POV. Still not sure how future chapters will be.

"Hi." Carol, my new foster mother, smiled at me. "How are you?"

"Fine." I mumbled, sitting at the table. Carol and Jack Straw are my new foster parents. I don't kid myself it'll last. It never does. If I'm lucky I'll be here for more than six months.

No one wants me. My real mother didn't want me. I have a letter from her, that she left me with. Banging on about loving me and wanting to protect me. And dropping the little bombshell about me having a big sister, who was also abandoned.

I used to think about them alot, my mum and my sister. I don't even know her name. I used to imagine that one day my mum would come to find me, and then we'd find my sister ...

Then I grew up.

I still wonder about meeting them, though. My real family. Especially my sister. Wonder if we'll get on. Wonder what it would have been like to grow up together ...

"Piper?" Carol's voice shocks me back into reality. "Are you OK?" I realise my eyes are filled with tears and I run from the room.

The necklace is on the nightstand in my new bedroom. It's simple - a silver pendent on a peice of string - but I have a feeling it means something. It's like some old celtic sign or something.

I sat on my bed, thinking about what could have been. And who my father is. And where my sister is right now ... has she been adopted? Does she have a family? Does she even know she's adopted? Does she even know about me?

The Unkown. It sucks.

"Piper?" Jack called. "Amanda's on the phone for you."

Amanda. My social worker. She's been good to me over the years. The closest thing I have to a mother, I guess.

I took the phone from Jack wordlessly. "Hello?" I said dully.

"Piper. Hi." Amanda sounded worried.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little more interested.

"Piper ... OK, remember, you have a sister?" Amanda said carefully. How could I forget? We'd talked about it so many times, and Amanda promised me that when I'm older she'd help me find her.

"Yeah."

"Well ... She's looking for you ... She wants to meet you ..."

"What!" I gasped, dropping the phone by accident. I picked it back up quickly, and sat on the stairs. "She - she's looking for me?"

"Yep. She only just found out about you, and she wants to meet you. It's down to you Piper, you don't have to if you don't want to ..."

"Yeah, I do, I do. As soon as we can. How did she find out about me?" I asked exited. Had our mother been in touch?

"I honestly don't know." Amanda said to me. "Are you sure you want to meet her?"

"Definetly." I smiled to myself. One step close to that dream come true.

I shifted in my chair awkwardly. "Are they nearly here?" I asked Amanda. She smiled at me.

"I'm sure they'll be here soon. From what I was told, Prudence can't wait to meet you."

Prudence. My sister. Weird.

Finally a middle-aged woman walked into the room, smiling widely. She took another step forward and revealed a teenage girl ...

She had long dark hair - I couldn't tell if it was black or brown - and blue eyes. She didn't look anything like me ... At least, I don't think she does. I'm not that good at noticing things like that.

She looked at me, and I felt myself redden. What if she doesn't like me? What if she rejects me too?

"Hi." She smiled.

"Hi." I smiled back, feeling shy. I hadn't expected this to be so ... awkward. She didn't feel like my sister - she felt like a stranger.

Next thing I know, she's pulled me to my feet and hugged me.

"I'm so glad we finally get to meet, Piper." She murmured.

"Me too." I replied, pulling away. "How - how did you find out about me?" I asked, wondering if our mother was going to walked through the door next. Wait, maybe that middle-aged woman's our mother?

No. I don't think she is. She's probably just Pudence's social worker.

Prudence sat down, and I did the same.

"Well?" I prompted.

"Our grandmother died." She said simply. I looked at her. What did that have to do with anything?

"So ...?"

"She left us a house in her will. Oh, and our mother died, seven years ago."

She said it casually, as though it didn't really matter, but I was crushed. I'd never know her, never meet her.

"Oh." I said.

"So when I found out about you, I got Sharon to help me track you down." She smiled at me.

"I don't really know what to say." I said, once I realised several minutes of silence had passed. "I ..."

"Oh! Do you know about Phoebe and Paige!" She cried exitedly.

"Who?" I asked blankly.

"I guess not." She beamed. "They're ... our younger sisters!"

"What?" I asked weakly. More sisters? This was too much to handle. My mother and grandmother are dead, I have two more sisters ... oh, and a house, apparently.

"Yeah, they were given up too ..." She frowned a little at that. "Phoebe's been with a foster family for a few years, and Paige was adopted. They're right here, in San Fransico." She told me.

"Have you found them?" I asked. Had I finally found my family?

"Well ... we know where they are, but Sharon -" She shot the woman a dirty look - "thinks it would disrupt their lives if we walked in, and they might not want us."

"That's ridiculous! We're there sisters! I spent my whole life wondering about you, they'll feel the same!" I cried. I wanted to meet them, I had to.

"You ... you knew about me?" She asked carefully. She sounded hurt, though she tried to hide it.

"Yeah ... um, I have this letter mum wrote when she gave me up ... and she wrote that I had another sister."

"What - what did she writw about me?" Prudence croaked.

"Just that - ah - that I have an older sister, who was also given up to protect her, and, um, she hopes one day we'll meet." I said awkwardly.

"Oh. Well ... I agree with you, about meeting them ... I mean, if mum told you about me, then she must have told them about us, right?"

"Right. I say, we call them or something." I said, looking at Amanda.

Sharon frowned. "I already told you, they're settled. It wouldn't be fair to -"

"We'll let them decide." I said firmly. "Get in touch with them and give them the choice."

"Yea!" Prudence cried. "Let's do that, come on, Shazza, please." Sharon frowned at the nickname "Shazza", and I'm guessing it wasn't her choice.

Sharon looked at Amanda, then Amanda smiled. "I think that's a wonderful idea."

I beamed at her.

Sharon didn't look so pleased.

"Then I suggest," She sighed. "You start with ... Phoebe."

Yep, next chapter will be Phoebe's POV. She's finally used to her 'family' ... how will she like her sisters walking into her life?

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