IrinaDerevko
Cadet
Rating: PG to be safe
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or any of the charcters. But maybe I could buy it on eBay...
Age: 11
A/N: Okay, I don't know how to type the title (LOL) because it's in Russian... Oh also, the dates and everything probably don't match up, but...
~~Russian Doll~~
Today was the day. I was to be picked up from this dreadful orphanage by my mother. My mother. My lip quivered at the thought. She was once my favorite person. But people change. She deserted me. Me, her own daughter! It was part of her plan. Plan to what, I still didn't know. For five years now, I had wondered this. Five years spent in orphanages: 3 years in Russia, 2 in L.A.
You see, my life had been nearly perfect. For the first six years, anyway. I played in the park, rode my bicycle, went to school. The only imperfection was that my mother was ex-KGB, currently Assistant Director of the SVR, of which my grandfather was Director. She was always traveling, and I sat at home, counting the days until she came back. She always did come back, except once. My mother told me she was SVR on January 26th, 1998. My seventh birthday. "Cecilia," she told me, "I am the Assistant Director of the SVR. But I am leaving for a while, and I have a plan. I will send someone to bring you to America when you are 10. And when you are 12, we will be reunited. After that, I will never leave you again. I promise." She hugged me. She left before I could even say good bye.
That is why I hated her. She left me. She moved to America. She didn't tell me who my father was. She never even told me I had a sister.
My mother is Irina Derevko.
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What do you guys think? Should I post more?
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or any of the charcters. But maybe I could buy it on eBay...
Age: 11
A/N: Okay, I don't know how to type the title (LOL) because it's in Russian... Oh also, the dates and everything probably don't match up, but...
~~Russian Doll~~
Today was the day. I was to be picked up from this dreadful orphanage by my mother. My mother. My lip quivered at the thought. She was once my favorite person. But people change. She deserted me. Me, her own daughter! It was part of her plan. Plan to what, I still didn't know. For five years now, I had wondered this. Five years spent in orphanages: 3 years in Russia, 2 in L.A.
You see, my life had been nearly perfect. For the first six years, anyway. I played in the park, rode my bicycle, went to school. The only imperfection was that my mother was ex-KGB, currently Assistant Director of the SVR, of which my grandfather was Director. She was always traveling, and I sat at home, counting the days until she came back. She always did come back, except once. My mother told me she was SVR on January 26th, 1998. My seventh birthday. "Cecilia," she told me, "I am the Assistant Director of the SVR. But I am leaving for a while, and I have a plan. I will send someone to bring you to America when you are 10. And when you are 12, we will be reunited. After that, I will never leave you again. I promise." She hugged me. She left before I could even say good bye.
That is why I hated her. She left me. She moved to America. She didn't tell me who my father was. She never even told me I had a sister.
My mother is Irina Derevko.
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What do you guys think? Should I post more?
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