BROOKE POV
"The second thing is. I don't know how to say it but um, Brooke your adopted." For the first time my 'dad' lifted his head up. I just sat there staring at them, I didn't know what to say, tears swell up in my eyes. "How old was I when you got me?" I managed to say.
"One." My 'mom' replied.
"That's why I have a few memories of being with a different family. Who are my real family?" They were surprised by my calmness. When something like this comes up I go mental.
"You have a sister called Sierra, a brother called Cameron and your real mother is called Gina." My 'mom' said looking at my in the eyes. I think my dream just came true.
"What do you mean the Dallas family? Have they tried to get in touch?"
"Yes they have. That is the reason we wanted to tell you."
"Also that modelling job you have been offed, you have to leave in a couple of days."
"Ok, can I go start to pack?"
"Yes of cores B." I began to walk out the living room. "One more thing." I turned to face them. "Remmber we love you no matter what and we will be here for you!" I smiled. I was exacted for my new job, a new life and to meat my real family.
