Addison's sister

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Addison

My sister, Matilda was always the rebel of the family.

My sister, Jolette was always the shy one of the family.

My sister, Kamina was always the artistic one of the family.

But where did that leave me??

Matilda wasn't the one I saw on the floor. If it was Matilda I would know she would be able to handle herself.

But it wasn't Matilda.

It was Jolette.

I told the kids to stay right beside me the whole time and I walked right into that bar.

I scanned the scene.

A tall curly haired man stood hovering over Jolette, with a tall cup of beer that was sloshing over the side of the cup as he swayed, obviously drunk.

"Take that ya bitchhole!" The man shouted down at Jolette.

I ran over to my sister and helped her off the floor.

"Thanks I-" Jolette started because she didn't see me yet.

When she did her eyes went wide and she hugged me tight.

"Addison! Addison!" She yelled.

I smiled and hugged her back. Jolette saw the kids and her eyes looked like dinner plates.

"You have kids now?!" Jolette asked.

I smiled wider. "No they're not mine. They're Florence's."

Jolette knows Florence because we were all childhood friends.

"Wow!" Jolette says, hugging the kids.

"Who is she?" Asked the youngest of Florence's two kids. Her name is Charlotte.

Jolette smiled. "I'm Joletta Ana Stratton. But you can just call me Jolette. Or you know what? Call me Jo! It's easier."

Charlotte smiled and her brother, Jack just grunted.

I knew we would all be happy. That's when someone bust through the door.

"HELLO EVERYBODY!!!"

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