You never would have guessed they were sisters just by looking at them. Ingred, with her quiet disposition and introverted attitude,short black hair, and stormy grey eyes looked and acted nothing like her sister Iris, with her long blonde hair, large leaf green eyes, and sunny disposition towards everything and everyone. Nevertheless, the two were, in fact, related. Though not many people knew or believed it. Ingred was small for her age, (She was fifteen) and most people who knew the two were sisters believed Iris to be the elder of the two. at this point someone would ask, why don't their parents set these folks straight? The answer to that question is simple.
They had none.
Almost immedeately after Iris was born, the sisters had been abandoned. Ingred was only two years old. Iris barely one month. They bounced form foster home to foster home, always getting moved. But Ingred didn't mind much. All she needed were her books to keep her happy, and Iris had friends no matter where she went.
the morning had started simple enough. the bell ringing for wake-up, getting ready with the other girls in her bunkhouse, the dry toast that tasted faintly of sawdust, and so on. but it was halfway through breakfast that things began to change for Ingred and Iris. halfway through breakfast, two new boys entered the mess hall.
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Ingred watched the two boys from her seat at the table across the room. One was a tall, slightly muscular boy with short, wavy blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and a broad and blindingly white smile. he was wearing a short sleeved white T-Shirt, faded blue jeans, and blue Nike sneakers. Iris had already bounced over to him and they were talking animatedly. Ingred turned her gaze to the smaller boy. He was graceful looking and skinny, and he was leaning against the wall with his eyes fixed on the ground.he had pulled the hood of his charcoal grey windbreaker over his head, and from where Ingred was sitting she couldn't see much of his face. 'Who is he?' Ingred wondered to herself, completely forgetting the other boy. The sound of Iris's bright voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "Here she is!" it sang. Iris was standing over her with the blonde boy at her elbow. "Adrin, this is my sister, Ingred." Adrin flashed one of his movie star-like smiles. Ingred blinked. out of the corner of her eye she saw that the other boy had gone. "Adrin...What a peculiar name." she mused. then she stood and drifted back upstairs, her mind already on the new book lying on her pillow.