arg!!That was weird. By the way if you don't know where Boothbay Harbor is... LOOK IT UP!
not to be mean. And Cara is pronounced The Ca is like the a in bar and the second a is like the a in bar. Please ignore my horrible spelling.Prologue
In 1996 ten babies apeared outside of Boothbay Harbor, Maine. When a hiker found them four were dead. So the hiker took five living babies to the police station, then buried four other. The hiker never told anyone that she kidnapped one of them. But there is one exception. Right now the fifteen year old child lives in Portland, Maine. She doesn't know of her siblings.
This is her story.
Chapter One
I woke up to an alarm blaring on my desk. I groaned and rolled over. Sadly I couldn't reach the clock. So slowly I got up and blearily opened my eyes. My room was an absolute mess. I was going to kill Daymien for wrecking my room.
"Alexandria, come down the stairs right now! I need you to walk the dog! I'm leaving for work now!" Cara yelled up the stairs.
"Cara, I thought I told you to call me Exandria," I yelled down the stairs back at her. I heard the door slam. I quickly threw on jeans, a white tanktop, and blue Converse. This summer was very warm so I could wear a tanktop without Cara getting frustrated with me. Cara was my adopted mother. I never met my real one. I never plan to.
I walked down the stairs of my house and greeted my large German Shepherd who loped out of the kitchen the second I leaped off of the eighth stair. I rubbed Clarion's belly until I heard a knock at my door. Daymien slowly entered the hallway.
He was wearing a black shirt and dark jeans. His brown hair glinted in the sunlight, throwing off millions of shattered rainbows. It was odd how I always noticed the tiny details about Daymien. These tiny things caught my eye, and I hated it.
"Hey Exandria. Let me guess. Today we walk the dog in the park, then we just walk aimlessly around the city until Cara calls you and I walk you home," Daymien said in a voice that mocked me. I pushed him as I walked to the kitchen counter to get the dog leash.
"Yes, Daymien. But there is one thing different with your story then there is with mine, you should know this. Since you wrecked my room you will clean it while I take the dog for a walk around the park. If you try to leave I will set Clarion on you," when I said this he gave a fake shudder.
"Fine. But-"
"Bye," I said gloatingly as I walked out the door. The sun was shining brightly when I stepped outside. A warm breeze flew through the streets of Parkside and blew my long blond hair back. It was an unusually warm day and I was loving it. In the shadows of the house I swore I saw something move, but I dismissed it and walked toward Lincoln Park. It took me a matter of minutes to reach the park.
I walked Clarion around the park once. I decided to stay there some more time and relish the warm air. I sat leash in one hand, my other hand clenched on the cellphone given to me by Cara.
I just looked at the trees and the dogs strutting around the park with their leash off and their eyes wide open. Clarion whined softly when he saw a particuraly flamboyant poodle. I patted his head slowly until the poodle walked away.
I scooted to the edge of the stone bench when a lady with a scarf covering her head and face sat next to me. I nodded hello and she nodded back. We sat there not talking when she turned to face me.
"Hello Alexandria. Clarion grew up quite a bit," she said with a smile. I stared at her. How the heck did this woman know my name? How did she know my dog's name? I took a closer look at her and thought she looked familiar.
I gasped. "Cara! What are you doing here? I thought you were at work!"
" No dear. I am not Cara," she removed her scarf. She looked almost exactly like Cara. Her hair was short and black and had deep brown eyes. Her angular cheekbones were more prominent then Cara's and her skin was more of an olive tone. I had barely processed her words when she spoke again," Dear, I'm Cara's twin. We're not completely identical, but we're as close as you get. My name is Delia."
I just stared at her. I had never heard of Cara's twin. Always at Thanksgiving and Hannakkuh we ate with her friends. She couldn't live in Portland or she would have come.
"Aunt Delia? How come I never met you?" I asked this with great caution in my voice. I had no idea if she was... hospitable.
"Well, Cara and I aren't exactly... on good terms. That's as nice as I can put it with out lying." I looked at her oddly when she said that. My phone went off at that instant. I shut of the ringer and looked at the message. It was from Daymien. " Aunt Delia, I have to go home. My friend Daymien is waiting."
I got up and held the leash firmly in my hands and got up from the stone bench. I said goodbye to her solemnly and left. I heard a yell," Watch your back!" I ran when she said that. The thought of my Aunt scared me.
I flew through the door with Clarion followed closely behind. I was a fast runner. Daymien always said I flew when I ran, but I always said that that was crap. I was just particulary fast. Daymien was sitting on my couch watching some ridiculous soap opera that we used to spend hours making fun of.
"Hey Exandria. How's Clarion?," He asked in a very nonchalant way. I gave him a very creeped out look and he immediatly stood up," What happened?"
I told him what happened. His expression grew more worried until finally he looked on the brink of spontanious cumbustion. I heard a knock at the door and went to go answer it with Daymien at my side.
When I opened the door I saw someone I hadn't seen in a long time.
