Isabelle or not - The story of a teenage orphan

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It's a few days after Christmas and my sisters presents are piled up.
Then a name comes to me.
Gracia Bird.
That name comes to me suddenly.
'Gracia Bird?' I think aloud.
Pete looks at me.
'What did you say Not?' He asks.
'Gracia Bird.' I repeat.
'Where have you heard that name?' He asks.
'It's in my head.' I say.
'Oh Not.'Pete says.
'Who is Gracia Bird?' I ask.
'Well she was your sister.' He says.
'What?' I ask.
'Ina, Luna and Gracia were triplets.' He says.
'Where is she?' I ask 'Where is Gracia?'
'Well.' He says. 'She was killed in the shooting.'
'What?' I say reaching into my pocket for my desperately-needed lucky charm.
'The shooting you were in was terrible. You are very lucky.' He says.
'Oh.' I say.
I can feel the emotions building up inside of me. The tears are stinging my eyes. My lips are about to let out a scream. What is going on? I run to my room and shut the door, where I fall to my knees and cry.