Last Diary

Another daughter say what?!

I walked out of the taxi grabbing my bag, as the driver hurriedly ushered me for my money that I knew was way more then I needed to pay for a 15 minute cab ride. Sheesh I hadn't taken two steps and I was already getting hustled for money. When I finally handed him the 20 he was off and down the road. Probably looking for a new victim to hustle.

Now that I was in full view of the house it actually didn't look as scary as it did in the taxi, it wasn't too small but not extremely huge either. It "looked" nice. But looks can be deceiving. I pulled the handle up on my suitcase and dragged it across the yard, finding it extremely hard to get it across the grass...that's when I noticed the patio steps. Of course they have steps, why couldn't I have noticed that a minute ago before I had mud sprawled all over my shoes. I picked up my bag and moved over to the "patio" now easily moving my luggage.

I walked up to the door hesitantly, all of the sudden I got really nervous. I mean, ive never actually met anyone in my family. What if they don't like the way I look, or how I dress. I thought this as I looked down at my attire. I wore a off the should gray shirt, with a hot pink tank top. My Hollister skinnies had cuts everywhere, some of which were my doing. My brunette hair I had let grow so now it was pass mid length of my back. I looked around nervously, debating if I truly wanted to make a run to the nearest bus station and go back home. Of course I couldn't go back, they'd just ship me off back here. So instead I knocked on the door, anxiously awaiting for who would open the it. I started fumbling with the zipper on my suitcase which I noticed had gotten tangled with my I-pod.

"Need a hand with that?" a voice said coming from the door way.

I jumped, startled by the sudden noise. I looked up into the eyes of a boy. No man was more like it. He had brown hair like mine, but his was short, the tips just touching his eye brows. His eyes were brown also, but they had a tint of green that made them look even lighter as the lightning lit up the sky and the light bounced off of them.

I stopped staring as I noticed the hand that was now waving up and down in front of my face. I blinked trying to remember what exactly he had asked.

"Hello?" he said slightly annoyed, this had me wondering if he had asked the question again and I still didn't quite get it. He waved his hand in front of my face once more and then pointed to inside the house. "Are you here for Elena or something, because its kind of raining and if your not coming in I'm..." he trailed off pointing to inside the house. I had know idea who Elena was, I presumed she was the lady that had called the adoption office letting me know my parents had died. My throat dried up from the memory but when I finally found my voice i answered him.

" Uhmm, yeah. Sorry about that, my zipper was kind of stuck onto my I-pod and yeah" I smiled weakly, not really knowing what to do, or say.

" Here, ill get that" and with that he quickly untangled my headphones with my zipper and grabbed my bag.

As we walked into the house he yelled for "Elena" telling her that her friend was here to see her. I didn't know what exactly he had meant by friend but I brushed it off and quietly took everything in. It really was a nice house, for what I could see from the doorway. The kitchen was beautiful considering we didn't have much of a big one back home. And from what I saw of the living room, the TV was huge, which made me think that maybe they were a big "football watching' family.

But I was taken from my thoughts as a girl almost identical with my features came running down the steps. My throat immediately dried again.

"Sorry Bonnie, I was just sorting out some papers and got caught up...' She let her words trail off as she noticed I wasn't who she thought I was. Her eyebrows furrowed in what I assumed was confusion as she wondered what was going on. "Jeremy, the door isn't for me" she said looking from the guy, who I now knew as Jeremy, and back to me.

"Aunt Jenna the door's for you" She screamed back up stairs, giving me an apologetic smile and walking into the kitchen.

Before I knew it a woman was running down that stairs, finally reaching the bottom and giving me the same confused look that Elena had just giving me seconds ago. But before she could even speak I took this opportunity to get in a few words before she called another person down stairs and this whole confused cycle would start all over again.

" Hey, I'm Aria Brooks...err well I mean Aria Gilbert." The lady now looked at me like I was crazy, or seriously stupid.

" I'm sorry, did you just say Gilbert...I'm Jenna Sommers, my sister is...was Miranda Gilbert...uhm, how are you related to her, like a third cousin here to give their condolences or something? She smiled at me just the slightest, I could tell she was struggling with something in her head.

" Ohh, no. I'm her daughter."