Sisters Once, Sisters Forever (A Team Crafted Fanfic)

Two Years Ago.

Ambers POV:

It had been exactly two years ago. I had been 13 by mere days. After the crash, I had been sent to the closest orphanage. which was nearly two towns away. When I had gotten there, none of the other girls--not that there were many at this broken down hole that they call a 'home for orphans'-- took me for my odd personality. I didn’t really care, as the girls there were all prissy-prissy and whatnot. Then about a year later, a guy named Dylan came here,  turning this place just a bit less horrid.

We became friends right away. We both liked minecraft, and both our parents had died in a car crash. We both knew what the other was going through.

“Heh, I haven’t played minecraft for almost two years,” I said to him one day as we walked back to the orphanage, answering his question: “You are so lucky though, you have PLAYED the game.” And it was true, both of our statements. Electronics were not allowed at the orphanage. So we watched videos on youtube at the library computer lab, but I couldn’t download anything there because it was the rules.

When we got back,  dinner was ready, spaghetti and meatballs. Despite the orphanage's atmosphere, the food was actually pretty good, for an orphanage of course. Mrs. Cecilia scolded us to go to our seats at the table and we both obeyed reluctantly. 

Cecilia brought us all our plates.

As I twirled the noodles around with my fork, I looked up at Dylan who sat across from me, and was immidiately reminded of the first time I met him.

~Flashback~

"We have a new child here!" Cecilia said, a little too cheerfully it seemed. She held the boy firmly on the shoulders, even though he was almost as tall as her. He had shaggy brown hair and wore a red hoodie and jeans."His name is Dylan." He shyly waved and we were sent off to our rooms.

A few minutes later I heard the faint sound of someone crying as I went through the hall towards the bathroom. I knocked on the door to hear a sniffle and the knob twisting as the door opened. 

Dylan stood there, his eyes puffy and red, his eyes wet from tears. "Are you okay?" I asked worriedly. He sniffled again before sitting down beside the wall, curled up in a ball. He shook his head. I sat on the wall parallel to him, not before closing the door.

"It'll be okay. I'm here. We can get through this together." I found myself saying without thinking.

"No it won't. My parents are both gone. I have nothing anymore."

I lowered my head and murmered, "I'm sorry."

"Why?" I looked up at him, cocking my head to one side. "Why are you sorry? It's not your fault. It's that stupid drunk driver's fault."

I looked at him with sympathy, realizing that his parents had passed just like mine; in a car accident. "Its okay, I know how you feel, my parents died the same way." I choked as I remembered their void faces. 

I suddenly noticed that he had gotten up and now sat next to me. "Friends?" He asked.

I nodded my head. "Friends."

~~~

I lay in my bed, staring up at the bars of the bunkbed, lost in thoughts. I sighed, flipping myself over onto my stomach and pulling somthing from under my pillow; a small, square sheet of paper that seemed to be worthless, but it meant everything to me.

On it was printed two people, a man and a woman, smiling and hugging eachother. I let my eyes fill with tears and I struggled to keep them from overflowing. I kissed my fingertip and put it on the paper, shutting my eyes tight as I sniffled. I tucked the paper under my pillow and lay my head on it, letting each tear stream down my face like a waterfall.

I woke with a start, the beep of the old intercom jerking me fully awake. I pulled the blanket off and I instantly regretted my decision as the cold air hit my feet. I shivered and stood, walking out of the room and down the wooden steps.

To my surprise, at her desk, Mrs. Cecilia was on the phone. She looked up at me and said, “Sir, she has just woke up. Do you wish to talk to her?” Her formal tone surprised me. Somebody spoke in the phone's speaker. Cecilia held the phone out to me.

Someone wanted to talk to ME? I thought with awe as I took the phone and wondered who it was. “Hello?” I said, my thoughts jumbled with confusion.

“Hello, this is Alan Doyle, I am the person who is in charge of finding you a place to live.” A man said, with a hint of a southern accent. He continued, “We have just found that it wasn’t so that you didn’t have any living relatives.” What? I thought with confusion. Both my mom and dad were only children, and my grandparents had died, all four of them. So what was going on?

“You have an adult Sister. Her name is Hannah. You will be taken to the airport in three days at 9:00 in the morning.”

 

Hannah’s POV:

I laughed as I watched my best friends' new parkour video, EPIC JUMP MAP BUTTER EDITION. He was pretty funny. They were all funny. The only thing I don’t like is the way the team swears. Heh, I don’t like swearing.

RING!

Suddenly my cell phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the caller. There was just a random phone number. I answered anyway. “Hello?” I said into the phone, holding it up to my ear. “Hello, is this Hannah?” Asked a man that I had never heard before. “Er...Yes?” I said, and the man began to talk again. “Ok, my name is Alan Doyle, and I have a question. When your parents died, did they tell you that you had a sister?” The man finished and after a second my mouth gaped open. “Um...no,” I said quietly, wondering if he was going to say what I thought he was going to say. “Well you do, and her name is Amber. She was put in an orphanage 2 years ago after the crash. We did not know about you two being related, so we put her there. Now we have found out, and she is coming in three days. She will be at the Dulles, Washington Airport at about 5 in the evening.” I stared ahead. I have a sister.

“Alright.” I squeaked. I had to get a room ready.

~Edited~