The Foster Sisters

Prolouge

*~+Amity+~*

"Amity! Come downstairs, sweetheart, the social worker is here."

I take out my earphones and puts my phone away, pausing my Hamilton playlist. I walked down the stairs to see my foster mother, the social worker, and another girl, possibly my own age.

"Amity, meet your foster sister, Tegan!" My foster mom, Mrs. Everest smiles.

I look at the girl, Tegan, and see that she only has two things with her. A backpack and a case... it looks smaller than a guitar, but it can't be a violin. She looks very... edgy. Not my style. She looked about 5'3, and from her looks, she wasn't exactly a social type.

"Nice to meet you! My name is Amity," I smiled at her. She doesn't return it.

"I know you two will be the best of friends!" The brunette social worker beams at us, her fake smile reaching her cheeks. She checks her watch. "Oh, I must get going now. Take care, Tegan, and thank you Enamora!"

The social worker leaves the house, leaving all three of the women in the living room.

"Now, Lalita will be home soon, so why don't you show Tegan her room and wash up?" Mrs. Everest asks politely.

Mrs. Everest was a nice old lady, and even though her face was wrinkled, her eyes were still young and full of light. Amity guessed that she was about 4'10, and she was 76 years old, going on 77 in the next month. Oh, not to mention, she was an amazing woman. Many old men try to hit on her, but their faces are shocked when they find out that she's lesbian.

And with that, Tegan stands up and nods. I led her upstairs, as she carries her backpack, and the case that she held dear.