Chapter 2

A/N: This chapter is written in Alison's POV (new young intern). Enjoy meeting the new character. I hope you like her like I do.

It's my first day, and I'm going to be late. Damn!
I just cannot believe this terrible weather. The plane couldn't land, so we were just flying in circles for about an hour. I was already so nervous and then this delay happened. When we landed I already knew I was going to be late. On my first day as an intern.
Repeating. ON. MY. FIRST. DAY.

I hurried, but there was so much to do and so little time. Since I was moving from New York City I had a lot of luggage. It was tough carrying it all by myself and catching a cab to take me to hotel I would be staying at. I was constantly glancing at my watch and begging the cab driver to hurry as much as he could. When I finally got to my hotel room I grabbed the first thing I found to wear. At that point it was ninja Alison in action.

I called my foster parent (read guardian) David just to check in. I promised to call back later, so that I can talk with everyone in the family.
My foster family is really great. There is five of us children: Ashley and Nathan are twins and they're 20, studyng at Colombia University; I, Alison, am in the middle and I'm 18 (people say I'm kind of a genious, I finished high school when I was 12 and I just got my medical degree); Lucas is 17, he's a senior in high school; and the youngest is Isabella, she's 15. David si our guardian and a pretty succesful bussinesman. We had a deal with him. As long as we're doing good at school we can ask for everything we want. Since he has always had to work a lot, we had a nanny. Nana takes care of us. She is the order and the law in the house, but we all love her to bits. All five of us were adopted so Nana was always the closest thing to a mother or a grandmother to us, and David a father.

Lucas and I struggle the most with our family situation, because we found out who our biological parents are when we were pretty young. I was just 12 at the time. Whole my life I wanted to know, but when I found out the truth I wished I could just forget about it. It was easier to imagine them like they were some kind of superheroes, and to just miss them...

I found out that my father died even before I was born. He overdosed with my mother, but she was saved by her older brother. She was only 16 and she was dead for three minutes. At the time she was pregnant and she didn't even know it. So, we both could have died. But we didn't. After that she found out she was pregnant. She could've aborted me. Instead, she got clean and gave birth to a healthy little girl. She named me Alison, and gave me the right to her last name. And then..., she gave me away and continued with her life.

David took me in when I was 6. He saw something in me, and we just clicked. He gave me everything he could: education, stability and a feeling of belonging somewhere. He gave me his last name too, so the name I have been using since then is : Alison S. Jean.

The hotel I was staying in was just a block away from the hospital, so I decided to run as fast as I could. I was about 15 minutes late and I was reaaaally hoping that noone will notice. Oh, how wrong I was. Hallways in this hospital were like a labyrinth. I was running and with every turn a felt like I was even more lost. At one corner I had to stop, breathless and so pissed at everything. I felt like I was already failing and ruining this whole thing for myself. All I ever wanted is for people to take me seriously. But I was way younger and I had to work extra hard for respect. And on top of all that I was late on my first day.

I was still trying to catch my breath when one nice doctor came to me and asked me what I was looking for. I told him that I was new here, an intern, starting today, and that I couldn't find the OR floor. He introduced himself as Dr. Owen Hunt and showed me the way.
When I finally found the OR I was looking for so desperately I tried to get in as discretely as I possibly could. Dr. Webber, with whom I was in contact, has just started his speech. On the one hand his speech was very motivational, but on the other it was a little bit scary.

I was still catching my breath from running and trying to concentrate on what Dr. Webber was talking about, but something was distracting me. I felt so many eyes on myself and it was getting harder not to look up and meet all those eyes half way. Somehow I could feel them looking and talking about me. I was terrified.

I tried to take deep breaths and remind myself of all the reasons why I was here.

The most important one is...

I need to meet my mother!

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please review :)