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Sara Puckett walked into the spacious mansion she lived in and took off her shoes before slipping on house shoes. The house was always clean and she didn't intend on dirtying it in anyway.

"I'm home!" she called out but received no answer. She heard music coming from the kitchen and walked towards it. "Jean!" she said cheerfully and ran to hug the woman who was making her an after school snack.

Jean-Baptiste was a tall, thin woman, but was much stronger than she looked. She had cat-like hazel eyes and long, dark brown hair that was kept in a low ponytail. She had been hired to work as a nurse for the family a month after Sara had come along.

Sara liked Jean; she had been there since she was a child and stayed even though Sara had grown stronger. When out in public, the two of them had been mistaken for sisters, their eyes were the same shape, they had the same heart-shaped faces they were both thin and where Sara's skin had been colored by the sun, Jean-Baptiste had the same light tone.

"Hello little lady." Jean said and hugged Sara back tightly. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel alright, I had a cough last night, but it's nothing to be worried about."

"Good, I'm glad you're well. How are Keondra and Tyrese?" Jean asked, referring to Sara's two best friends.

"Keo's doing well as usual, Ty is…annoying." Sara responded.

"Sarafina!" Jean scolded lightly. "Don't talk about people behind their backs, what have I told you? If you can't say anything nice…" She waited for Sara to finish the sentence as she set a plate of sliced fruit on the small island in the kitchen.

"Say it in English." Sara said in a smart tone and sat on a stool, swiping a piece of the fruit and eating it.

"Sara…" Jean laughed and swiped at the girl with a towel. "You know that's not nice."

"Who ever said I was nice?" Sara asked and took another piece of fruit.

Jean smiled and watched Sara. "Devil child." She said teasingly. "Guess who missed you today?"

"Who?" Sara asked.

"Daren."

"Daren always misses me." Sara said. "I'm his big sister."

"He still doesn't like you going to school without him."

"He's two he should get used to it." Sara finished her snack and hopped off of the stool. "I'm going to check on him." Sara walked up the stairs and two her brothers room where he was pretending to take a nap. "I know you're not asleep."

Daren opened his eyes and smiled at Sara, reaching up for her to pick him up. Sara came over and sat on the bed beside him. Daren crawled into her lap and she hugged him. "Big baby." She whispered. Daren smiled up at his sister who smiled back. "I hope you haven't caused Jean much trouble, you know how you get when I'm not here to watch you."

Daren reached for the locket around her neck but Sara immediately pulled it out of his way "Not the necklace sweetie." She said and sighed. How long had it been since she opened this locket. It contained a picture of her and her twin.

Samantha.

She hadn't seen her since she had come to Africa years ago. At first they wrote constantly back and forth, then soon the letters turned into twice weekly writings, then twice a month, then every other month until they stopped all together.

I think it best we try to move on with our lives. Sara had written. I love you very much but I feel I'm holding you back from your life so please, try to forget you have a twin.

Sam was always outgoing and Sara knew she hated writing, letters included, but she also knew that as long as Sam thought Sara needed her, the letters wouldn't stop.

I still need her… Sara thought but wouldn't admit. "I was so sick all of the time… all I did was keep her down…what kind of sister is that?" she whispered to Daren.

Daren laid his head on her shoulder and eyed the locket again, then looked up at Sara. "Fine." She laughed. "We'll open it, but you must not touch the picture. Daren looked at her, waiting, Sara popped open the locket and revealed a picture of her and Sam when they were little, their mother had snapped the shot of them playing in the sandbox that used to be in their backyard. "See how pale I used to be?" she asked the baby who just stared at the picture.

"Juice." Daren finally said. Now that he had seen what was in the locket, he was uninterested in it. Sara laughed and put her brother on her hip to carry him downstairs. When her adoptive mother had first come to her and announced she was pregnant, Sara thought everything would change now that her parents were having a baby that was really theirs, but the only thing that changed was they seemed to love her even more for being a good sister.

Sara felt that her life was near perfect and hoped her sister was doing as well.

"I'm home!" Sara heard her mother call and walked down the stairs with Daren in tow. She smiled when she saw the woman who had taken her in. Chayna was a very beautiful woman or average height with dark eyes and brown skin. Her black hair touched her shoulders and was often feathered.

"Hi Mama." Sara said and handed the baby over to her mother.

"Hi baby." Chayna said to her daughter and took her son. "How was school?"

"It was fine; we had a pop quiz though." Sara answered.

"In what subject?"

"Literature."

"I bet you aced it then." Chayna said then kissed Daren's forehead and walked with Sara into the kitchen.

"Jean," Sara said "Do we have any juice?"

"Yes we do." Jean said and took out a new carton on punch "for the baby?"

"Yes," Sara said and put it in the boys' sippy-cup before taking him for her mother and giving him the cup.

"What a wonderful mother you'll make, Sarafina," Jean said, "If you take care of your bother like that."

"Not anytime soon I hope." Chayna said and sat next to her daughter. "But I'm glad you love your little brother."

Sara smiled and pulled the cup away when Daren finished drinking and burped softly. "Well excuse you." Sara laughed.

Chayna smiled and took Daren. "Sara, honey, why don't you go change out of your uniform, before your father gets home? I'll hold Daren until you get back."

"Okay," Sara said and got up, leaving the kitchen.

"Beni!" Daren cried after his sister.

Sara heard him and giggled as she went up the stairs, he must have been trying to say "Abeni" which was her nickname given to her by her mother. Sara had been called Abeni a few times after Lisa had said she could stay in Africa.

After the third or fourth time, she finally said "What does that mean? You know I only know English, for all I know you could be calling me 'little virus' or something."

Chayna had laughed at this and explained to her that the name meant "girl prayed for" and she was called that because Chayna had been praying that she would be allowed to keep her and had been praying for got to spare her life the day she found her wandering. Sara had been surprised but accepted the nickname and when they filled out the adoption papers, they also made it her middle name but let her keep the last name Puckett.

So Sara's full name was, Sarafina Marie Abeni Puckett, and her parents called her by her second middle name most of the time.

Sara took off her uniform and hung it up before putting on a comfortable blue dress from her mother's line. Chayna was a fashion designer and a very good one. Every time she designed a sundress she made sure to get one to her daughter who looked positively beautiful in them. This particular one was one Sara called a "Moon dress" instead of "Sundress" because it was blue with silver glitter on the fabric and silver crescent moons and stars going around the bottom.

She looked in the mirror and grimaced, no matter how beautiful the dress was it would never take away the scars on her back from the hotel fire years ago, the skin where the scars were was dead now, she couldn't feel anything in those spots anymore.

She remembered waking up to the blaze, the mixture of medicine, stomach sickness and smoke making her dizzy and delirious, she remembered the flames catching her shirt and burning her skin and screamed in pain, begging aunt Connie to help her and how she rolled on the floor until the burned portion of her clothes fell off in black, papery flakes.

She crawled out of one of the doors and gasped for fresh air, she stated walking when she got the strength and went in search of a phone to call her family, she didn't know how long she had been wandering around but she was dirty, hungry, hurting, and in desperate need of medical attention, Chayna said when she found her, that Sara started crying and coughing and the whole time she was at the hospital asked to use a phone.

The doctors turned her over to Chayna and Demarco, she had been quiet as a mouse when they did, but they seemed to be two of the few people who understood English and while she was recovering they would sit with her, just speaking, reading, brushing her hair and helping her eat, when she was sure she could trust them she gave her phone number and they called home, and let her speak on the phone, it wasn't too long after that when they adopted her.

She smiled at the memory, sighed at the scars, took her hair out of its ponytail and went downstairs.

"Aww!" Jean exclaimed. "You're adorable Sara!"

"Your moon dress," Chayna said with a smile. "You look beautiful in it."

"Thank you both." Sara said and sat back in her seat. She took Daren back and held him in her lap while she spoke with her mother and Jean; she then gave her brother a little more juice. "I spoil you don't I?" she asked, smiling.

"Yes." Daren said and took a sip of the punch.

Jean, Chayna and Sara laughed at this until they heard the phone ring. "Hello?" Sara said, answering.

"Hi Sara!" she heard her friend cheerful voice on the other end.

"Hi Keondra." She said, smiling.

"Tyrese and I care going to my house to study, are you coming?"

"Now?" she asked and looked up at her mother. Chayna nodded and Sara said "I'll be there in ten minutes." She hung up and ran to get her books. She found them grabbed her house keys and a jacket, said a quick goodbye and ran out the door.

"Make sure you study," Chayna called after, "Not goof off! And if it gets dark you call home, don't walk back here alone!"

Sara didn't hear a word her mother said, but knew it she was telling her the same thing she did every time she left the house. She didn't need to hear them; she heard them so much she had memorized them.

On her way to Keondra's house to get some studying done with her friends and silently wondered what her sister did to study…or if she studied at all.

A/N: So here's your first look at Sam's twin sister, Sara. R&R and tell me what you think