One last wish

Red & Black

The pictures were framed in the schools usual red and black. Our school buses were black or red, the building itself was red, even the teachers had to wear red and black. Placed next to my sister was a picture of a young girl, black bouncy curls sat gently on her shoulders, her skin sparkled and most of all her big blue eyes stared right back at me, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. I quickly read the plaque, that lined the bottom of the frame; Anna Winters. Aged 12. Will be dearly missed by all in her presence. Parents:
It was blank, just like my sisters was and always had been. Their appearances were so similar, almost too alike: the hair, her eyes, her facial expression, no said parents. I ran my finger over the picture trying to work out if this was a coincidence. I ran down to the library, unlocking the door with my hair grip, allowing me to enter. I opened up the computer screen and clicked on my file. Two new documents. If this is what I think it is; it isn't looking good.