I'm not good with stories-
However I put myself into both of these characters.
I live to write,it's my passion. But mostly just essays and letters. I'll get better with stories eventually. Thank you for staying with me and you may carry on.
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Me and my sister have always been so close. It used to be,that nothing separated us. We were attached at the hip. That was,until the day we couldn't keep eachother at the side.
Though I guess that's self explanatory. It wasn't exactly my fault she's gone now...
It's everyone who found a reason to abandon us.
Rev found out about how our parents were planning on sending us away. She didn't say where. She just said away. So we managed to create a plan. This plan being to leave before they make us.
So off we were,trying to find a way out of our situation when the orphanage found us. Of course,just our luck,we were put in said orphanage and were up for adoption. The fact that this was reality was terrifying for Rev and I.
We did not want to be separated. Because of this we labeled ourselves as a two part package.
No one can get one without the other. We needed eachother.

I loved writing. It was absolutely everything to me. I could not live without it. I can barely go a minute without writing something..It was great in my opinion.

Rev,on the other hand,loved learning especially. She was infatuated with writing and reading but it was learning anything that strikes her attention.

This was always thought as weird to all the foster parents.

When we were brought home for the first time,the parents were expecting us to do nothing but mess around and be like 'normal childeren' as they would say. Neither of us could be considered...'normal'
Rev began getting her paper and pencil and walked around the house thinking of something to write. When she wasn't in a chair,walking managed to get her creativity going. She would stop occasionally,add something to her essay,and continue on her way. By doing this she would always get a good look around the place.
I would just sit down to write. It was usually something short,like a letter to someone or a short story. Rev really was obsessed with writing. Her essays ranged from a full page to 3.
We were similar but polar opposites at the same time.
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"Jade,we can't keep them. I mean come on,th-"
"They're children! We can't not keep them!"
"They are well beyond children and they can live by themselves. We don't need to keep babying them anymore."
"They are 10 and 15 they are not adults yet!"
"Set them up for adoption then"
"...maybe..."
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Rey came back to our room tearing up. She looked devastated. No one can see their sister look like that and not care.

"Rey! Oh lord,are you okay? What's wrong?"
At this point she looked like she was about to break down.
She hugged me and began sobbing. Although she was sobbing too much for anyone to comprehend,she managed to choke a few words out.
"M-m-mom and d-dad ar-re g-g-get-ting r-id o-of us-"
She choked before breaking down.
She fell to the floor,unable to hold herself up. She cherished our family. I sat down with her,hugged her and began trying to help her through this time. She didn't have anything else. Just her family. And it was breaking down. She didn't realize how amazing she was though. Her talent with a pen was undeniable,and yet invisible to herself. Everyone who knew her,knew that she was special. Including me.
I tried helping her,but she was the wise one of the both of us so it didn't help. I broke down,realizing I couldn't help,and how our world turned upside down.
With that,we cried ourself to sleep,leaving room for another day of planning to get out before they make us.

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Sorry this is short. And sorry it's bad
I'm not the best with stories but I'll get better. Hang with me.
I hope you enjoyed this and that you decide to continue one with it. It's greatly appreciated and I promise I will try my hardest to er better for you. Thank you for reading.

See you in the next chapter,or so I hope:
Pey