~Summer~
I'm walking home after school worrying about Autumn. If she is my twin, then how? I walk home deciding to ask Mike my big brother.
"Mike," I say knocking on his bedroom door. "Come in little sis." I walk in and my brother is sat there in his Pj's and texting on his phone.
"Today, I met this girl, she had blonde hair and blue eyes. She liked youtube and looked exactly like me," I begin.
Mike sits up and stares at me. "Go and look under Mum's bed." Mike says then lies back down and begins texting again.
Mum is out at the pub so I have plenty of time. I run into Mum's room and turn on the light. I crawl on my hands and knees and I pull out the boxes that lie under mum's bed. The first one is full of old photo albums, I flick through the album and see pictures of me and Mike when we were little. Then come across another picture. Mike is about 4 and he is holding two babies in his arms and on the back of the photo it says. Summer, Autumn and Michael. I slip the photo out of it's pouch and put it in a pile that I'm going to take Autumn tomorrow. Then right at the bottom there is a picture of me and Autumn hugging when we were about 5 with icecream around our mouths and big grins on our faces. A happy tear runs down my cheek and I put the photo on the pile. Then I go to the other box and I wished I hadn't. It had pictures when me and Autumn and Mike were separated from the care home. Me and Mike were adopted to our parents now and Autumn was left in the care home. I cry then and Mike coughs in the door way. He looks at me with his big round blue eyes and says
"I remember the day so well, and it was so sad. Let me tell you the whole story Summer." He sits down on the carpet next to me and begins to tell me the whole story.
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Summer And Autumn
Fanfiction{A Zoella and Pointlessblog fan fiction} Summer has been in care all her life. When she moves to a new school and there is a girl who is identical to her, she begins to ask questions about her past and where she came from. Desperate to finally have...
