Hesitantly you peeked around the head lady’s skirt.
“___________, this is Mr. and Mrs.. They’re going to be your new parents.” Said the head lady gesturing to the nice looking couple in front of you.
“We have five sons,” said Mr., “I’m sure you’ll get along with them great.”
You were soon taken from your place at the orphanage to your new home.
“DUDE! MA and DAD ARE HOME!”
“Eep,” you squeaked and hid behind Mrs.’s pant leg.
“Alfred,” said Mrs., “this is __________. Your new sister.”
You peeked at Alfred shyly. He had blonde hair with a gravity defying cowlick. On his nose were a small pair of glasses that shielded blue eyes. You have a small wave to him.
Alfred smiled and ran over to grab your am, “Aw! Dude! She is so frickin’ cute!” He dragged you to the other group of boys that all looked to be about the same age. “Artie!”
“Don’t call me that you wanker!” ‘Artie’ snapped. He looked at you and asked, “Who’s this?”
You noticed Arthur was also blonde, but his hair was lighter than Alfred’s and a little shaggier. He had dark green eyes that seemed to hide underneath humongous thick eyebrows. His voice was also crisp and proper; you soon recognized it as an British accent.
“She’s our new sister, yo!”
“Pleasure to meet you, I’m Arthur,” said Arthur shaking your hand. It was an odd sight. To see a nine year old act like such a grown up. But you knew the polite thing to do was to shake his hand, so you did.
“Ohonhon~ I heard someone mention pleasure and I knew you had to be talking about moi.
A boy with long blonde hair that fell to his shoulder’s appeared. His eyes were blue like Alfred’s although not framed by glasses.
“This is our brother, Francis,” spat Arthur
The new boy smiled strangely at you, “And who is this lovely lady?”
“She’s our new sister, you twit.”
The two brothers proceeded to fight. Alfred cheering them on from the sidelines.
“Are they always like this,” you asked yourself aloud, but quietly.
You jumped a little when you saw a boy who looked almost exactly like Alfred next to you, “Who are you?”
He seemed to get a little sad, “I’m Matthew.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m __________,” you said.
A tiny toddler wobbled over to you and grabbed the material of your pant leg. He spat out his pacifier and said, “Peter!”
“This is our brother, Peter,” Matthew said.
“I’m a big boy,” the toddler stated.
Arthur and Francis stopped fighting, “There you are Alfred; so this is our new sister?”
Francis smacked Arthur on the back of the head, “That is Matthew.”
“He’s right bro!”
“Peter! I’m a big boy.”
Arthur snapped at the toddler, “Are not!”
Peter started to cry.
You smiled and picked Peter up, “Don’t worry, Peter. I think you’re a big boy.”
Big blue eyes got wider and Peter hugged you. “Big sister!”
Mr. and Mrs. smiled. “I think she’ll get along well here,” said Mrs.
“I think so too,” said Mr.