Imagine Being eleven's sister and trying to find her after year's of being separated
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I was lucky. It had taken over nineteen years for me to find her, but I did, and that was all that mattered. Nearly eleven years, I had been searching for my sister. I knew that she was alive, people thought I was crazy, but I had this deep feeling that she was alive. The only thing I knew about her was her real name, and that was because of my Aunt. When I went to visit Mama, she was barely alive, but my Aunt told me that my sister was alive, and that she had seen her recently. Jane Ives. Jane Ives was my sister's name, and she was so close. My Aunt claimed she came from a small town called Hawkins in Indiana, and that I might find her there, so I took every last penny I had to get a bus to Hawkins.
When I got there, no one had heard of a Jane Ives. Someone had noticed my desperation and pointed me to the Sheriff's station where I could ask a man named Sheriff Jim Hopper if he had ever heard her. Unfortunately, this Hopper man wasn't at the stations, but his deputies radioed him, and his interest was instantly peaked at the mention of my sister's name.
After having sped to the station, Hopper came storming into the station and spotted me, his jaw nearly falling off. "I'm sorry..." he apologized, taking me to his office. His voice was hushed, "You just look exactly like her— or how she will look in a few years, I guess."
I froze, "You know my sister?"
Hopper nodded, pulling me into his office and slammed the door shut, locking it. He went to his desk and pulled a file out of a locked drawer. "This is your sister." He gave me the file. Inside, there were pictures of Jane from when she was a baby until what I assumed to be current. Jim was right, Jane was a spitting image of me when I was her age.
"Where is she?" I asked.
Hopper took out a smoke, "That's a great question."
"You mean you don't know?" I continued flipping through the pictures, "Are you her adoptive father or something?"
He shook his head, "Or something. Listen, kid, as much as I want to give you the answers you're looking for, I'm not the one you should be asking. But I'll take you to someone who can answer your questions if you want." I nodded vigorously. "But if I do this, you have to keep your mouth shut about her, people here in Hawkins don't exactly know about her." I didn't bother to ask what that meant, worrying that all of my questions would scare him off.
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I was sitting in a destroyed bedroom with three boys sitting across from me. Mike, Dustin, and Lucas were the kids Hopper had introduced me to for information on my sister. By the sound of their stories about her, they knew her well, some more than others. They constantly called her El, and at first I wondered why, but as they explained her story, I grew to understand.
Mike was the most talkative about her. I realized that they were close. "Why is it now that you've come looking for her?" he asked me.
I was taken aback by his blunt question. "I've been searching for her nearly all of my life... I just never got any clues as to where she was until about a year ago when I found out that my mother and Aunt are still alive. My Aunt was the one to tell me to come here."
"Guys!" Hopper yelled from the living room. "They're here!" His voice was filled with panic, and I became confused about what he was referring to.
Yet, the boys seemed to know and sprinted to the living room. "Mike, what is it?" I asked him.
He turned to me, "The demodogs— They're like mini demogorgons." I followed them into the living room where Nancy, Mike's sister; Jonathan and Joyce, Will's brother and mother; Max, Hopper, and Steve were. Each of them armed themselves with a weapon as there was an alarming screeching noise from outside. We all turned to the sounds as they came in every directions, until the window broke and a figure came flying through, It landed on the ground, and for the first time in my life, I saw a demodog. It was small, like a dog, but it's face was spread open like a bloomed flower, with thousands of teeth everywhere. Someone behind me had asked if it was dead, and in response, Hopper kicked the demodog with it's foot. "It's dead," Mike confirmed.
Everyone relaxed for a moment, before there was a creak outside of the door and the lock magically turned. The door opened slowly, and there, standing in the doorway, was a girl. Those holding weapons, slowly lowered them, there eyes widening in shock, as well as mine. I took a step forward revealing myself to her, "Jane?" I asked cautiously, not knowing if I would frighten her.
"[y/n]?" she asked back, my name sounding foreign when she said it. I swallowed my shock, a smile crawling onto my face.
Hopper stepped forward, "You know her?" he asked Jane.
She nodded, "I've visited her... she's my sister." I ran to her, relief and all kinds of happiness floating around me as we embraced tightly. Our hug was fairly short, though, and I understood why. We were still strangers, while she had family there who hadn't seen her in a long time. But I knew that in due time, Jane and I would grow close. I found my sister, and I knew that I was never letting her go.
******* Hey guys Should I make a book of imagines of "A Series of unfortunate events"!?
