Me and Blessedone148 are doing this orphan sister thing. Here is a pilot, or an introduction. A test drive of my character! ========================================== The breeze blew through the open window. It didn’t wake me up. The blinding light from the sun woke me up. The light hit the back of my eyelids painfully, and I sat up on my bed. In my tank top and my shorts, I felt refreshed. Oh, how I loved mornings! The sound of an acoustic guitar from the garage was like bird singing. I followed the noise, and found my father in the kitchen. He had shaggy hair, grubby clothes, and a smile on his face. Our little shack was similar. It was shabby, small, and it had many holes in the roof, but it was home. My father’s singing could fill the whole house without a problem. He sang a song about the beach, and about the trees. I listened to him as I got out a bowel of cereal. I joined in the singing with my mouth full of corn flakes. It was just us two living in this shack. It was nice. 7:00 rolled around, so we headed towards the beach with surf boards on our shoulders. We lived about ten minutes walking time from the beach. When we reached the sand, we saw three teenagers in boats, heading for the small island in the distance. We waved, and called out “Hey Wakka, Hey Selphie, Hey Tidus!†And they called back too. We got out to the water, and surfed for the whole morning. That’s mainly what we did all the time, here on Destiny Islands. Then, when time reached the afternoon, we started fishing for dinner. This gave a lot of talking time. “Hey, dad?†I said as I held the fishing pole, cautious for the slightest tug on the line. “Remember those three teens? They used to go to the small island all the time!†“Yeah. What about them?†I reeled in my line a half an inch. “Where did they go?†He shrugged his shoulders. “Beats me.†I bit my lip. “That’s weird.†After we caught about seven fish, we headed home to fry them up. My dad cooked the fish. It was kind of his pride. So, for another hour, I went to my room to relax. I had my legs crossed as I wrote in my journal. Whenever I wrote in my journal, I had my necklace on. It was a simple chain with a ring on it. The ring had some weird writing on it. Well, I couldn’t really read much, so it was probably something I was supposed to know. The necklace was the only thing I had in the past except for a picture. The picture had me, I guessed, as a baby with another small girl. I did not know this girl, but I was sure she was my sister. We had the same eyes. My father told me that I wasn’t really his daughter, but his adoptive daughter, and that I was not born on destiny Islands. I held up the ring on my necklace and examined it. “Who the heck am I? Where did I come from?†I asked myself quietly. I looked back at the picture of m and my sister. “I better find out soon.â€
