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    The Rochesters were an elite family of North Bay. From investment bankers to real estate, they even owned a hospital. The Rochesters where the elite of the elite and I had just learned THIS was my biological family. Once I was discharged from the hospital, the Rochesters sent someone to pick me up.


    I know what you’re thinking, red g number 1! What type of family doesn’te personally to pick up their long lost child. Try to understand though, I was only 12 years<fneeb2> Discover more novels at fin?novel</fneeb2>


    old, I had just loss the only mother I’d ever known and had no one. I was desperate for a


    family.


    The drive was long, when I arrived at the Rochester Estate, everyone was there. My biological mother Sharon Rochester was beautiful. She had olive colored skin, with long wavy hair, and hazel colored eyes. Surprisingly, I looked just like her. My father, Calvin Rochester, looked every bit the powerful and prominent. Showing little affection to the daughter he’d thought was lost, he merely gave a “wee home.” Then came my three brothers, Noah, who was the eldest and most stoic; no doubt trying to be like his father. Cole the second eldest, who seemed to have the most energy, and Brian, the youngest brother. Of the three, he seemed to hold the most contempt towards me as he and Olivia


    were the closet.


    Finally, I met Olivia. My mother exined that she was so sad about losing me, she adopted Olivia in my stead. At the time, I understood her, I told myself that was her way of dealing with the grief<b>. </b>Looking back, I now realize I was simply receable.


    Olivia looked every bit the sweet and angelic daughter and sister. When I first met her, she ran up and hugged me tightly telling me was so happy to finally have a sister!


    “Oh, <i>Grd </i>it’s <i>going </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>perfect</i><i>! </i><i>We’ll </i><i>share </i><i>everything</i>!<i>” </i>


    I smiled lightly, although I was overwhelmed, I was happy to have a nice and inviting new sister. As we made our way to the grand room, Olivia noticed my bracelet<b>. </b>It was a birthday gift from my adoptive mother and thest thing she’d ever brought me. With a mischievous smile, Olivia tried to snatch the bracelet off my wrist. Startled, I instantly backed up and snatched my hand from hers. Suddenly, Olivia dramatically fell back falling


    onto the ground a letting out a loud scream.


    Suddenly the family all stopped and turned towards us. In an instant, Olivia began


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    <i>“</i>I’m so <i>sorry </i><i>sister</i><i>!! </i><i>I </i>promise <i>not </i>to touch <i>any </i><i>of </i><i>your </i><i>things </i><i>again</i><i>! </i>Please don’t <i>hurt </i><i>me</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    I was shocked! I had no idea what Olivia was referring to, in all honesty, if she had simply asked, I would have let her borrow the bracelet. Confused, I began to kneel down and help her up, suddenly, I jerker back by my mother.


    <i>“</i><i>Grd</i><i>! </i><i>What </i><i>the </i><i>hell </i><i>is </i><i>wrong </i><i>with </i><i>you</i>!! <i>How </i><i>dare </i><i>you </i><i>hurt </i><i>my </i><i>daughter over </i><i>some </i>


    <i>bracelet</i><i>!</i>”


    <b><i>SLAP</i></b><b><i>! </i></b>


    Sharon pped me hard across the face. As I fell, my bracelet fell off my wrist. Suddenly, the youngest brother Brian picked it up.


    “<i>This </i><i>cheap </i><i>thing </i><i>is </i><i>what </i><i>you </i><i>made </i><i>a </i><i>fuss </i><i>about </i><i>and </i><i>hurt </i><i>my </i><i>baby </i><i>sister </i><i>over</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    I looked in fear as he held the bracelet up as if to break it. In a panic I stood up.


    <i>“</i><i>No </i><i>please</i><i>! </i><i>That’s </i><i>the </i><ist </i><i>thing </i><i>my </i><i>mother </i><i>ever </i><i>brought </i><i>me</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    Sharon gave a me a look of disgust.


    <i>“</i><i>Mother</i><i>! </i><i>That </i><i>woman </i><i>was </i>a <i>thief</i>! <i>How </i><i>dare </i><i>you </i><i>speak </i>of <i>her </i><i>in </i><i>this </i><i>house</i><i>! </i><i>She </i><i>must </i><i>have </i><i>done </i><i>a </i><i>disgraceful </i><i>job </i><i>raising </i><i>you</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    Tears began to weld up in my eyes, and then…POP!!


    Brian snapped my bracelet into little pieces. As I watched it shatter on the ground, I realized then, that my life of being loved and peaceful wasing to an end. Over the years, it became a daily trend. Olivia would use me of something and in an instant,


    side. everyone would believe her. Never once hearing me out or taking my


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