As I exit the plane, I scan the room for a pink dress. It's hard to see with all the people gathered around me, all speaking different languages. I look to my left and see a younger couple speaking German. I look to my right and see a group of children squealing in Chinese. Right in front of me are some tourist's speaking Russian. I start to get worried. What if I can never find her? As soon as I think that thought, I hear someone call my name. I turn around and see a small girl in a pale pink dress. She looks to be the same age as me. I walk up towards her and recognize her instantly. She is the girl in the brochure! She is Olivia!
"Are you Carley Anderson? It's Olivia. Your friend Lois told me all about you!" Olivia told me. "This is my father, Chad St.Claire." Olivia gestures towards a tall, skinny man. He waves at me, and I wave back. They start walking towards the parking lot, and I quickly scurry up behind them, being careful not to get left behind. Chad waves to a driver I can't quite see the face of, and a limo starts pulling up in front of us. Olivia gets in first and I get in second. The limo has hard leather seats, with fancy color-changing overhead lights. Chad reaches behind me into a cooler and grabs a soda. Olivia also takes a soda for her and I. "Here you go Carley, you are probably tired after the long flight." Olivia says as she gives me the drink. I take the drink and start sipping. I stop immediately after I take my first gulp. It was disgusting! British soda tastes very gross. I put it back down, still smiling.
We start to pull up in front of her house. The house is very big and very old, with many tall trees surrounding the building. The house is a pale green color with lots of shiny windows. There is a pathway right out towards the house, made out of small rocks fused together. I step out of the car and feel a cool breeze sweep over me. Olivia takes my hand and guides me towards the front door. As the door opens, I have second thoughts. What if she didn't tell her parents? But then again,why would her father come and get me if she didn't? It all didn't make sense. I can't quite think for long, since a tall, skinny woman comes in. She has jet black hair and ferocious green eyes. Her face is piled with make-up, and she seems to be around 30 years old. She turns and stares at me, as if I'm some sort of alien that has purple slime coming out of my nose. She then turns to Olivia, then back to me. Then back to Olivia, then back to me. All I can think about is what the heck I have done. Why did I ever come here?
"Olivia Caitlyn St.Claire! My, there are two of you! How could this ever have happened?" She asks us. Olivia mouths the words 'Carley', and Mrs.St.Claire finally catches on. "Oh yes, Carley! How lovely to meet you, my dear. You are from Canada, Olivia tells me? You must get as much snow as we do, maybe even more. And my dear, do not call me Mrs. St.Claire. Just call me by my first name, Breeze." She tells me. I nod yes, and continue on my way with Olivia towards the kitchen. There, a doctor, name tag stating Kade, told us to sit down. He told us he was doing a DNA test, to see if we really were sisters. When the test was done, he told us we were definitely twins. Kade had a very happy feeling in his eyes, like he had known us his entire life. But of course, I had never met this man. Though something, just something, resembles Olivia and I. He has the same nose and ears as we do. Olivia must think this as well, because she jumps to the same conclusion I was thinking.
"Excuse me sir, if you don't mind, I feel the need to ask you a question." Olivia asks Kade. He nods to us, as if saying yes. Olivia takes a deep breath and states the question straight out.
"Are you our father?"
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Novela JuvenilCarley Anderson is a 12 year old girl who has always wanted a sister. When she finds out she does in fact have a twin, she ventures alone to the continent of Europe to find her. But how does she know that this girl really is her twin? Or if she is...
