it was a brazen summer day in 1951, as you were perched on Hannah's bed, flipping idly through the pages of a magazine as your sisters chattered amongst themselves on the other side of the room. The room was cozy and filled with the rays of sunlight spilling into the room from the window, the air filled with the sound of their voices and perfume. You half-listened to their conversation, your thoughts far away as you skimmed through the glossy pages of the magazine, but occasionally their words would drift in and out of your awareness.

you had five sisters; the oldest being Cameron, who is 17, and the youngest being Lana, who is 12. Cameron is the most independent and jerky of the family, while Hannah, the 16 year old, is more girlish and boy-crazy. Rhea, the 14 year old, is the most creative and artistic one, while Ruth, the 13 year old, is the most curious and adventurous. Lana, the youngest, 12, is the spunkiest and most outgoing of you all. It's just been you guys for your entire lives, and you were all very close.

suddenly, the sound of a car engine entering the driveway beside your house caught their attention, as they all raced to the window, to see who it was.