The Kroft Family - The Murder of One

-The First Book in the Kroft Series- Michael Kroft's life wasn't perfect. He shared a home with his irritating sisters Flo and Dianne and annoying older brother George. His father was an alcoholic with anger issues, and his mother was pregnant with, yet another girl. Then Alice was born. And things went from bad to worse. Because Alice wasn't Alice Kroft, she was Alice Peters. And the day his father found out, his mother was murdered. Now with his dad the prime suspect of a murder investigation, Drew Peters asking for 'his daughter' back, and social services against them, Michael must unite his siblings so they can raise Alice as a Kroft, and keep Drew Peters grubby hands off her.

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1. The Hospital

"I bet it's a girl," Flo ranted on, "it has to be, I was." 

"Yeah, but me and Mike are guys, it could be either. I think it will be a dude, we boys can't be outnumbered by you girls." George argued, slotting in between Flo and Dianne, much to Dianne's annoyance. We were at the hospital, waiting for our next sibling to be born. For me, it was a first, I was the youngest out of us four. Flo, George and Dianne all sat on a long bench, my dad was beside them in his own chair, and I was leaning against a wall.

"What do you think Michael?" My sister asked me, I jumped, I hadn't realized they'd continued to argue. 

"I don't care. I'll love it, no matter what gender." I got no personal response to my answer, George and Flo just gave me a confused look and turned to ask Dianne, who couldn't hear them through her headphones. This was our family, normal, dysfunctional and argumentative.

The eldest, George. A talented football player who wastes his 18 year old years on a pitch, or in front of a screen. Cocky, idiotic and typical. The sort of brother you wouldn't idolize, but would love.

The second eldest, Flo, short for Florida. She was named after he place of birth, as mum got pregnant with her on her honeymoon. Just starting her A-levels, a clever girl. Energetic and fun, caring and sweet, but a well of troubles lay underneath the facade. 

The second youngest, Dianne. Originally called Diana, but hated it as it was too 'posh'. Once (apparently) she was a sweet girl who dreamed of being a pop princess. Now, she's going through a miserable teenage faze of headphones and black, a lot of black. She doesn't talk much, when she does it's too say something pessimistic or dismal. 

And me, Michael. I'm 14 and have recently started secondary school. I love reading, but also history. Especially dinosaurs and the times before humans. I want to work at the National History Museum when I'm older.

There was our dad, Oliver Kroft. An alcoholic who was recently fired from his job as a bar-man at the local club for stealing the liquor. Normally laid back, but on that day, very nervous.

And right at that moment, the next Kroft was about to enter the world. 14 years after the last, ready to meet planet earth. Samuel for a boy, Alice for a girl. 

"Mr Kroft?" A nurse approached my dad.

"That's me." My dad confirmed.

"Come with me." She smiled, we all followed after, keen to meet our new sibling. We entered the ward and were welcomed by our mothers warm smile. We settled around her bed and made ourselves comfortable.

"Is it a girl? Please tell me it's a girl." Flo begged, we were unable to see the baby, as it was concealed in our mothers arms.

"It's a girl." She confirmed, George let out a sigh of defeat. 

"Can we see her?" I requested, my mum nodded and held out her arms.

"Children, meet Alice." She introduced us, we all huddled in, trying to be see the baby. When George, Flo and Dianne saw her they all smiled and cooed. I had the same reaction as my dad however, this baby looked like mum, same face shape and eyes. But the cheekbones, the nose size, forehead proportion, they didn't scream 'Oliver Kroft'. I looked at my dad, we had reached the same conclusion.

This baby wasn't his.

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