Kirsten was adopted at the age of five, brought up as an only child and In a posh community. Little did she know she wasn't an only child. There was someone else, a sibling, a sister who had grown up in the worse conditions, with barely food or clothes. Would these two meet? Or fall apart at the seems?


1. Chapter one

All my life I knew I was adopted. I had to be. My Parents both had black hair and green eyes and I have long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Oh I am Kirsten, Kirsten Lawrence and this is my story.

Today is the day, the day I have been waiting for half my life. My 18th birthday. And what I really want, no what I need, is the truth.

"Kirsten?" Came a voice from the other room, the voice I hear every morning and every night and which comforts me every second.

"Yes mum?" I answered.

"Happy 18th birthday!"

I ran into the room giving my mum a big hug. I was speechless, my smile was stretched across my face and it wasn't coming off for a long time. Mum sat down on the left side of the couch and patted next her.

"Come sit. You do want you birthday present don't you?" She said

"Yes." I responded but my words were coming out very slowly. "Yes please."

"Well." She sighed "You were five years old when a fire broke out in your buliding. After recent searching it was done on purpose by someone with a size nine shoe.

"Kevin's Dad!" I shouted almost shattering the windows. "His dad is very suspicious, could it be?"

"What an imagination you have Kirsten. But don't judge a book by it's cover."

"Well carry on!" I said rather impatiently

"It was quiet when the fire men reported that two adults were dead. It was very silent, but just before they gave up search for any other humans, a cry of a little girl, you Kirsten. After a minute in pained silence two firemen, each one holding a girl, you and, Caroline Duster." I was lost, not just for words but for feelings too. I have never heard of this so called Caroline Duster but yet it seems so familar.

"Who is that?" I asked

"Kirsten, before We adopted you your name was Kirsten...."

"Kirsten what?"

"Duster." She sighed. I have a sister. Caroline Duster is my sister.

"Where is she now?" I demanded

"No one has a slightest clue."

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