Hey! Okay, I know I have been adding a bunch of stories, but I have a bunch of ideas! Now, I'll be updating the stories every other week, giving me time to write. :) Enjoy!

*Ann's POV*

It's been 2 years since Hank died. The car wreck almost killed Avery and Matt too. But they are still okay, but will never forget watching their father die. Avery has been grouchy – In Matt's opinion – since she got out of the hospital, and Matt has been pretty quiet. He was close with Hank. They had that "Father, Son" bond that I will never have with Avery. She was always a Daddy's girl.

"Matt! Avery! Wake up or you'll miss the bus!" I call up the stairs. I hear groans, and two beds creaking. I wait, and a door shuts. Hank and I expected another girl, but instead, Matt was born. So since we had our cabin built with 3 bedrooms, we had the kids sleep upstairs, with three beds, so a friend could come over. What usually happened was Matt would lock himself in the bathroom and change, then when Avery knocked, he would come out, so they would both be dressed. Sometimes they switched. I walk to the kitchen and put in a bagel, because they both like only half. I open the refrigerator, and pull out the cream cheese. After a couple minutes, the toaster pops. I plop the two halves onto a plate, and smear the cream cheese. I pull out two Sunny Dee's from the refrigerator, and leave them out. Suddenly, I hear pounding of feet, and my 15 year old daughter and 14 year old son run down. They each grab a half, and the Sunny Dee.

"Morning mom!" They say in harmony.

"Morning kids. Alright, get your bags, and into the car!" I say, and we all run to my silver Ford Expedition.

"Shotgun!" Avery yells.

"No fair! You got shotgun last time!" Matt argues.

"Well that's because I'm faster, older, and better looking than you!" She laughs as she jumps in the passenger seat.

"Whatever!" I laugh, and get into the car. As we drive down the dirt path, out of Saddleback, and down the mountain, I take a deep breath.

"Are you both mad I'm going to see some kids today, maybe to adopt?" I ask.

"Well, it depends. How old?" Avery asks.

"Well, older than 3, but younger than you Ave." I say.

"Good, because I want a cute little sister or brother. Not a teenager." She says. I roll my eyes. Matt just eats his bagel. I stop the car at the bus stop, and both teens jump out.

"Thanks! Love you Mom!" They say as they close their doors. I roll down my window.

"Love you too!" I say before driving off, to the Orphanage.

"Hi! Nice to see you Ann!" Sister Fern says. I smile and shake her hand.

"You too, Sister Fern." I smile.

"You know, I'm glad to see you, these kids love to have the adoption parties. They don't happen often, since adopting an older child usually is a big decision." I nod, understanding. I look up, thinking I see a figure, but see nothing. I shrug, and walk inside with Sister Fern. I see mostly girls, but a few boys running around.

"Um, I'm sorry, but where is the bathroom?" I ask.

"Upstairs." She smiles. I nod, and walk upstairs. I lock the door behind me, and look in the mirror. I take a deep breath, splashing water in my face. I tap dry, and walk out. Suddenly, I hear singing.

"I've heard there was a secret chord, and it pleased the lord, but you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor falls, the Major lifts, the baffled kind composing Hallelujah." I hear piano too, and walk to the door. I look in, and see a girl with dark brown hair hiding most of her face as she looks down, playing. She stops, and looks up. She looks about 14, with Grey eyes, and the Orphanage's outfit on, and she grins.

"Ello, my name is Abigail," She smiles. She has a slight Russian accent, but speaks well in English from the sound of it.

"Hi Abigail, I'm Ann. Why aren't you down at the party?" I ask, sitting down.

"I don't really see the point. They cannot pick a child very well if they are all running around. And nobody really adopts a Russian child like me." She says.

"You play piano?" I ask abruptly. She nods.

"I have been playing since I was Four years old." She smiles.

"You're really good." Her face lights up.

"Really? Do you want me to play you something?" She asks.

"Hm, do you know Listen to Your Heart or Kiss the Rain?" I ask. She nods, and begins playing Listen to Your Heart.

"I know There's something in the wake of your smile, I get a notion from the look in your eyes, Yeah, you've built a love, but that love falls apart, your little piece of Heaven, turns to dust," I sing. She smiles

"Listen to your heart, when he's calling for you, Listen to your heart, there's nothing else you can do, I don't know where you're going, and I don't know why, Listen to your heart, before, you tell him goodbye." She sings. Her singing is beautiful. She smiles at me.

"You are amazing." I say. I turn, and see Sister Fern standing in the doorway. She ushers me over, and I look at Abigail.

"I'll be right back." She nods, and continues playing Hallelujah. I walk with Sister Fern.

"So, are you thinking about adopting Abigail?" I nod. She smiles.

"Great. Let's go into my office." She says. I follow her in, and close the door. She opens a cabinet, and pulls out Abigail's File.

"Abigail is an amazingly talented girl She is one of our oldest here, and she is extremely mature. She has been in America since she was 5, but she has always kept her Russian accent. Her father was killed in a car wreck when she was young, and her mother died about 3 years ago. But she was taken away from her mother at birth because her mother was unfit to take care of her." I gasp.

"That poor girl." I say.

"You will be happy to have Abigail. Trust me." I nod, and sign the paperwork. Another Nun comes in, and Sister Fern has her go and have Abigail get her things. I walk downstairs, and wait for her. She walks down after a moment, all smiles, and waves to Sister Fern as we leave. I put her stuff in the back, and she gets into the front seat.

"So, are you excited Abigail?" I ask. She nods.

"Very! Tell me, do you have other family?" She asks. I nod.

"Yes, I have a 15 year old daughter, and a son your age." Her face lights up.

"Really?" I nod. We begin up the mountain, and after a little while, we get to the house.

"Is this your house?" She asks.

"It's your home too." She smiles. I help her inside, and show her the room.

"Alright, this is your bed, the one in front of you is Matt's and the one next to you is Avery's." I smile and nod.

"Where are they?"

"At school. I have to pick them up this afternoon. So feel free to go down to the lake-"

"Lake?" She asks.

"Yes, we have a little private cove in part of a giant lake overlooking a mountain."

"What's the mountain called?"

"Saddleback Mountain," She nods, knowing of it. She looks in her dresser, and sees denim capris and a button up green collared shirt. She pulls them out. I close the door, and she probably starts to change. After a minute, she runs out in her new outfit, her long hair in a ponytail down her back, and she runs down the path.

What did you think? And btw, I have celebs that they all look like, minus Abigail, because she resembles me :)

Matt: Alexander Ludwig

Avery: Annasophia Robb

Ann: Well, idk yet... xD