Chapter Three

I could feel the sun warming my face throught my open curtains, normally Id have the closed. I like to keep my room dark it helps me to sleep, keeps the shadows away. But because of the storm last night I kept them open, I like seeing lighting flash. I love thunderstorms, its so exciting to see nature so angry. Today is saturday and I would normally be still sleeping, but because I had my curtians still open it was bright out ways to early.

It was our last weekend before we started eleventh grade at our new school. Eight AM is way to early on the weekend though. But I cant wiat to go back to school. I love school. The sun  was bright, there were no clouds in the sky. Just endless bright blue skies. The storm must have worked itself out. I reached behind me to see if my brother was still in here, nope he must have left in the night.

"Jacob, are you awake?" I called him from my mind, still lying in bed. I waited a few minutes then I heard him reply.

"no, Penny I'm sleeping. it's too early to get up close your curtians and go back to sleep" he said sleepily.

"When did you leave me last night?" I asked

" I left about ten minutes after you passed out, it did not take long for you to fall asleep, with me to help and the sound of the rain it was easy for you to pass out." Jacob said, I bet he didn't even open his eyes yet.

"Thanks, I told you it would help to have you next to me, I'm going to get up and take a shower. Talk to you later." I said.

I tossed my covers to the side and slid out of bed. It was warm in my room from the sun. I made my way to my own pricate bathroom. I love the fact I have my own bathroom, I guess it's a perk for having my own room. The Carter's had money, I dont"t know how wealthy they are, but you can tell by the huge house and property they owned. We lived in a huge house there are six bedrooms each has a bathroom, lot of land, not sure how many acres, but I loved to run in them. We also had a pool, home gym, and there were maids quaters with their own bathroom. Yup we have a maid, two in fact. Mary and Martha, they are nice but just as quiet as I am, but I know they can talk , they talk to each other but as soon as there is another person in the room they hush up. Kind of secretive, I think. Still they were very nice ladies. I think they are sisters. But I'm not sure. The three extra bedrooms were guest rooms. but we have never had a guest, since we lived here.

I grabbed a nice fluffy towel and headed to my shower. I love my bathroom. my shower has a waterfall shower head on it. I could stand in here all day it feel so relaxing. I washed my long hair first, its so long it takes a while to rinse it out. Its down to my hips now. Mrs. Carter wont le me cut it. it bothers me a little but I don't have many rules to follow. so I dont't mind having a no hair cut rule. Besides I don"t have to buy the shampoo. Mrs. Carther buys me a good brand, but it still doesnt help make my hair shiny, its dull brown. No matter what we tried using, it ws just boring lifeless hair. I was brusing my teeth in the whoer while the conditioner set in. It was time saving since it was about two minutes for both. That's when I heard Mrs. Carter talking.

"sweetheart are you in the shower? If you hurry up, I want to take you shopping for school. I'd like to get you new clothes, you and Jacob." Mrs. Carter was yelling through the door. I banged on the wall two times. It was our signal for yes if she couldn't see my face.

"Ok' I'm going to wake up Jacob." She was saying this as she walked away, I can tell because her voice was fading.

"Hey , wake up." I screamed in my mind.

"What? What? Whats going on why are you yelling at me." Jacob said in a panic.

"Mrs. Carter is on her way to your room, we get to go school clothes shopping today."I was using my cheerful voice because I know he hates going shopping but he needed clothes and I needed a way to tell Mrs. Carter that I don't like certian colors or whatever it was she was going to pick out for me.

"Ugg, I don't want go, I hate shopping it takes to long." Jacob sounded like a baby this time.

"Suck it up bro, it's just one day. I was almost out of the shower now and was just making sure I had all the conditioner out of my hair. When I got out, I toweled off and added a smoothing cream to my hair. Mrs. Carter insisted I use the cream if I was not ging to blow dry it. I'm not that girly, I don't need a blow dryer. I just let it hang out. I was laughing at my own joke, when I do that by brother can usually hear me.

"Whats so funny?" Jacob questioned me.

"Oh nothing, just something I thought of something, are you dressed yet?" 

" I'm almost done. I will be out in a minute, let Mrs. Carter know I'm almost done'. I said.

"Will do, and yes I'm dressed, I'm making breakfast want some?" Jacob asked me.

"Yea, you know what I like." I was smilling to myself now, because I like everything. Theres not much I don't like to eat. I'm just lucky I have a fast metaboloism cause I;m as thin as a board, I'd prefer a little more meat on me, so it adds curves, but I think I'm still cute. Tall and thin that's all I am. But jwhere the girls are concerned, I am well-endowed for my body size anyway. I'm a decent D cup. I'm thinking it must have run in the family but of well since we were abandoned, we dont know anything about our birth parents. Just they named us and wanted us to be togehter and not separated. I'm very grateful for that. I don't know what I would do without my brother. I put on my dark skinny jeans with a dark blue long sleeve V-nect sweater, it hugs me well and showed me off. Especially in all the right areas, if you know what I mean, I love my boobs. I'm secretly a flirt, why not i'm a fun person even though I don't have any friends, though someday I might.

One of the cool things about Mrs. Carter is she likes to buy us nice clothes, and says we have to have matching undergarments, jshes always told me dont be one of thoes girls that were red panties under white pants she also says dont't show your under colors or lines. Its not proper for a young woman. So I had on matching blue thong and lace bra. No panty lines here. I was looking at myslef in my long wal mirror.

I love Mrs. Carter she treats us like her very own chilfren, not mean like the other foster parents we used to live with. I was going to make sure I didn't upset her. i dont't want her giving us back. But after three years of being here, and Mr. and Mrs Carter trying to fight the system to get the adoptions finalized, I was pretty sure we were here for the long run.

The day the Carter's got us from the gourp home I overheard the Nuns talking in the hallway. they were talking about a couple in there late thirties that wanted to get older children, but they were specific. They wanted twins and even more specific, they wanted boy / girl twins and about twelve years of age.

I have wanted to ask why they wanted twins, or even how they knew there might be twins at that facility. Not many twins were kept together, in fact most siblings were separated. Jacob and I were lucky, we were never separated, not even in out classrooms. But I guess if you have the money you can find anything you wanted. Even as specific as twelve year old twins.

I made my way downstairs to the kitchen where I found Jacob scarfing down his food, he always eats like hes starving.

"I put your plate in the microave to keep it hot." Jacob said this out loud because both our foster parents were in the room. The Carters were in the room eating at a little table in the sunny room. It was called a breakfast nook. With floor to ceiling windows that had a wonderfull view of the forest behing our house, the room also had house plants alover the place it was like eating in a garden but in the house.

We were not allowed to eat in the nook. We ate at the bar in the kitchen. The nook was the Carters area. We only had breakfast together other meals were just Jacob and I. Mr. and Mrs. Carter were busy with work. Both had offices on each end of the house, and when they were in their office we were not to bother them unless they called for us. Mary and Martha took lunch and dinner to the offices.

I took the plate from the microwave and sat down next to my brother. He made me bacon and eggs with toast. I noticed the Carters were eating the same thing while reading sections of the news paper. They enjoyed my brothers cooking. After we moved in they discovered Jacob was a wonderful cook and fired the cook they had. It was sad to see a twelve year old cooking better then the cook they have had for a few years. They were more than happy to allow Jacob to cook. He had a wonderful kitchen to use it had the latest of anything out in the market. I on the other hand could not cook anything; I can burn water and turn toast to charcoal. So I let my bro enjoy the kitchen.

“Penny, Jacob are the two of you ready to leave? I want to be back before dinner” Mrs. Carter said while never moving her eyes off the paper in front of her then taking a sip of her coffee.

“Yes, Mrs. Carter” Jacob replied, I just shook my head yes even though she was not looking at me, it’s a habit I guess. I ate my breakfast slower than my brother because he was already done, but when I finished we placed our dished in the dish washer and Jacob let Mrs. Carter know we were ready when she was and will be in the living room waiting.

“Oh, no need to wait in there, I'm ready. Let’s get going I have several stores I want to take Penny to and a few for you Jacob. We also need to get school supplies. You know it’s not every day kids skip the tenth grade and get moved to the eleventh. I'm very proud of the both of you.” Mrs. Carter blurted this all out way to excited for my taste, but I replied with a smile and a nod. Our first year with the Carters we were home schooled. During this time they found out we were very intelligent. So when the Carters decided to put us in the local school they waited untill our testing was done to make sure we were ready for our Junior year of High School. 

“Oh, and Jacob you don't need to cook dinner tonight I'm going order us some take out and have it delivered, you will be to tired to cook and I don't expect you to” Mrs. Carter added. Jacob just replied with a smile, even though he loved to cook I think he like take out even more.