Chapter Five

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I woke to a sudden shriek. It had come from my mom's room. I raced down the stairs and reached her room. I flung open the door, not even bothering to knock first. She wasn't in there. Just a broken window and a note. The note read...

Dear children,

I am so sorry to have to leave you, but without James I don't know what to live for. Anne, please take care of Sarah. Keep to yourselves and grow up together. The family fortune is under my bed and the key is in the first drawer of  the dresser. As, you, Anne, will turn sixteen in a week, you will be Sarah's legal guardian. I hope you survive without me.

With love, mom.

"Anne!" I screamed, "Get down here!" I heard some muffled foot steps and my sister came into the door. "Mom is dead."

"What?" she asked, "give me that piece of paper."

She took the paper and read it. She kept re-reading and flipping it over, as if she was reading it wrong. She started to cry as she dropped the note. We embraced one another as we sat on the bed and grieved, not only the death of our mother and James, but the fact that we were now orphans. The thought scared me. I would have never thought that this would happen.

"What are we going to do?" I cried between sobs.

"I don't know," Anne whined. "But we have to do something. We can't just sit here and do nothing. Mother said to keep to ourselves. Maybe we should just stay indoors."

"I agree," I said. "At least until you turn sixteen. The government might separate us into foster care homes, and we can't tell anyone about James or mother. They might arrest or put you to death."


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