((Your foster parents recently decided to get another child, as they thought you needed a friend. Whether you wanted it or not, you've got a redhead weirdo wackjob sister now.))

In your room on the other side of the bed is your new sister. Red. She's holding her pin covered backpack close to her. She's been through dozens of foster families and even homes before even reaching highschool.

"Hello! I'm uh..."

She looks at her hand.

"I'm Red! And uh... I wanted to... to say... oh... it's smudged... Well, I wanted to say I'll be happy to get to know you. I hope we can be friends, even if we see each other for just a few weeks..."

She looks down in defeat. It's become a fact of her life she doesn't stay long. Just like meat. Here one day, gone the next.