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"We're almost there." Your social worker said, smiling. You had been adopted by a family of three. No mother or father, just three siblings. You hadn't even been given their first names yet. All you knew was their last name; Braginski. 'Probably Russian' you thought to yourself. "Are you excited?" Interrupted your social worker. You simply nodded at them. You hadn't spoken to anyone in three years, not since your parents died in a car crash... Everyone assumed the shock of your parent's death had made you mute. In reality, you could still speak, you just chose not to. There was just nothing you wanted to talk about.
"Here we are!" Said your social worker, as they pulled into the driveway of what was to be your new home. You stepped out of the car, and grabbed you bag. You had very few personal belongings, just some clothes and a picture of your real family before the accident. As you approached the porch, a large man with silver hair and violet eyes opened the door. "здравствуйте! You must be ____!" He said with a thick Russian accent. "Come on in!" The man said, gesturing to the door. You walked into the house, into the living room, and sat on the couch. The man and your social worker talked for several minutes, before your social worker came over to you to say goodbye. "Be good, ____." They said with a wink "You're gonna be much happier here." They gave you a pat on the head, before finally departing, leaving you alone with your new family.
The large Russian man approached you again with a smile. "I believe it is time for the introductions." He yelled something in Russian, and two girls came down the stairs. "Girls, this is ____. ____, this is Katyusha and Natalya, and my name is Ivan." Katyusha, who seemed to be the second oldest (sorry if this is wrong, I can't remember who's older) greeted you. She came off as a bit of a ditz, but very kind. Natalya, who appeared to be the youngest, didn't greet you at all. She simply stood there, arms crossed and a scowl on her face. "Natalya," said Ivan "please greet our new family member." She turned towards you, and muttered something along the lines of 'hello', then something in Russian. It didn't bother you much, you knew sometimes siblings got jealous when a new family member was introduced.
It wasn't until you all sat down for dinner, that you really got a good look at Natalya. Her slen der frame, her pale skin, her platinum blonde hair, and her eyes... They were a beautiful deep blue color, a color that reminded you of blue sapphire. No one, not even your social worker had known this, but... You were attracted to girls... You probably wouldn't be adopted if anyone knew, so you had kept it to yourself. The first signs of a crush in Natalya began to rise, but you shoved them back down. 'No way... I should not have those kinds of feelings for Natalya... She's my sister for god's sake!' Little did you know that these feelings would be the beginning of a long, painful road.