One last wish

Anna Broadtree

I sprinted up the stairs to the next lesson and planned out my whole idea. I wasn't sure how it was going to work but it would help me find out if Anna was real.
"Could I please be excused Miss?" I asked my biology teacher.
"Of course, how long should you be?"
"Not too long about 30 minutes, maybe just after!"
I had always been Mrs Manchester's favourite student ever since I started. I excelled in biology, it was the only subject I found interesting. I left my bag and ran down the flight of stairs, making me loose my breath. I stopped for a second, knowing there was no rush. I took a clip out of my bag and opened carefully the lock into the lost property room. I took the black hoodie and hat, grabbed a bin bag and cut it to fit my waist. I texted Mia letting her know what I was doing, I couldn't lie to her any longer.
Mia doing a job speak soon!
Evie xxxxx
I locked up and ran to the picture frames, my hood up, allowing me to be unrecognisable. I lifted my sisters frame, knowing there had to be something under the frame that was sticking up at the bottom.
Dear Jessica,
Anna here. I know what you were/ are planning and doing. I knew you would be coming here before too. I knew you would notice the rim sticking up. I know you notice the little things in life. Click on my file when you go to the library, the password is 23sto. The document titled Jessica Gleem and her sister should pop up straight away, once you have read it, finish your experiment and come back here at 6:30. Check nobody is watching. Lift my frame and you will find a keypad, the password is broadtree. The rest you will see once you have completed everything.
Anna. X
I stared down at the letter, knowing she knew everything. My trap isn't going to work, there is no point doing it know. She gave me all the information that I needed to know, almost like she was thinking the same. I headed down to the library which was open but not in use by anyone, but me now. I clicked on the file and a PowerPoint came up on the screen, dates, jobs, homes were the main focus of it. One slide for each person in my family, including the name Broadtree again. I clicked on the hyperlink, opening a website. A webpage titled MI5 came up on the screen, showing a rather large picture of a couple. The lady looked exactly like me and the man did too; his hair and his eyes, her figure and her smile. Underneath was their biography:
Lisa Broadtree
Mark Broadtree
Date of birth: 30th March 1973
Date of birth: 26th June 1969
Children: Jessica Gleem, Anna Broadtree.
This had to be wrong, my parents don't work for MI5 and they certainly don't look like people in the picture. How can I have a different surname? My fingers shook as I hovered them over the keyboard, and I wondered why my whole life had been a lie.
I ran out of the library, my eyes full of swelling tears. I swung the gate open, allowing me out of the school, into the real world. It was time I found out who I actually am!