An Unknown Sister

An Unknown Sister

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Hi, my name is Raven. I was adopted because my parents were killed in front of my 11 brothers, sisters, and I. The Saito family adopted me, leaving my brothers and sisters behind. Their eldest daughter was in sophomore year of high school when I started freshman year of high school. I was the outcast because everyone in my family was born with pink hair. I was born with hair as black as a raven. That's how I got my name. I looked up to my oldest sister so much. I was her shadow. She was kind, friendly, a shipper, and got along with everyone. She had a crush on the biggest emo in high school. I found that a bit funny. Nobody really liked me though, so I had a very lonely time while I was at school. I had a very hard time fitting in. I was picked for being different from my family. My sister always defended me. She promised that she'd love me no matter what. My family's brothers and sisters were in the same grade as her. I was the youngest, so none of my siblings were in the same class as me.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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