-Allison's pov-

Hello I am Allison Flynn Fletcher and this is my story. . .

     How I became a Flynn Fletcher you ask. well it started long ago, well actually when I entered 8th grade...

flashback

my foster parents kicked me out of the house once again because she said I was too...quiet. how can a person be too quiet! sometimes I wish that I could see my parents again. my father died durring 9/11. he was working near the top of the world trait center when he went missing which was right after my first birthday, 9/10. my mom died in a car accident trying to get home on Christmas when I was 3. when I tell people where my parents are they feel sorry for me and I hate it. Sometimes I feel like I've been making it through life by only pitty.

       it was snowing today so me, standing in the cold without a jacket wasn't such a good idea but my foster parents suck so basically I cant just run back inside and get my jacket. I sat on the porch rubbing my arms when my friend Kylie came. her mom left her at the adoption agency when she was 5 and everyday until she was 6 she would ask "when's my mommy coming" everyone thought she was a freak but I befriended her and we were like sisters. now we are 13 and we have grown up since then. well we shielded ourselves from the world and we allways sick together.

      "hey Allie" she said handing me her extra jacket. she lives across the street with her foster parents soon to be adoptive parents. I grabbed the coat and the cold was melted away and heat took over. "thanks Kylie. your the best" she sat down beside me and we sat in silence until I said "I have an interview tomorrow" Kylie looked at me and wanted to scream. "you what! with who?" she asked and screamed. I rubbed my hands together blowing heat into them while saying "with the Flynn Fletchers. wierd last name huh" she nodded and we stayed silent for a few seconds until she asked "who are they?"

-phineas pov-

when mom said that we're adopting a new sister I was thrilled. her name is Allison, she doesn't have a last name which is wierd. her hair is the exact same color as mine too. well we aren't adopting her just yet. mom is going to interview her and see if she is going to adopt her. she is the same age as ferb and I so she'll fit in just fine. ferb is thrilled,  I think since his expression doesnt change. since candace moved out mom wanted another girl so she could hang out with and since ferb and I aren't girls...we cant exactly fit in that position.

          Today is the day we leave for the interview. we arived at the adoption agency and might I say the building looks gloomy. we walked inside and the lady led us to a bright, colorful room. we all sat down on one side of the table. out of the corner of my eye, I saw her. she was wearing ripped up jeans, a purple tanktop, a thin blue sweater, and flats. not exactly winter clothes but it's a good look. she sat across from us looking very uneasy.

        mom and dad asked her a few questions here and there involving school, what she like doing in the meantime, and foremost. I liked her, throughout the whole interview she gave a bright smile or tried to anyway. at the end of the interview mom and dad made a decision, we were going to adopt her.