Chapter 1: what?
"Annabeth?" My dad called from downstairs. "Can you come down?"
"Um, ok." I said unsurely. When my dad calls me, I never know what to expect.
I thump down the stairs, my old, ripped slippers making a kind of deflated sound each step.
"Sup?" I ask to them, jokingly.
My parents are in their mid-fifty's,
But on good days they look 40, with their eyes looking electric blue, and on bad days they look well, early 60's, and they're eyes look a more, greyish kind of tone.
My mother dyes her hair a light auburn. My father, well he doesn't like hairdye so is hair is a dirty blond with strands of grey.
I can tell they're having one of their bad days as they turn their grey eyes and look into my blue- green ones.
"Come have a seat." My mother patted the chair beside her.
On the table I see tissues, but i don't question it. Their weathered face looked sad.
I slowly go to the seat, a bit suspicious.
"Y-yeah?" I say.
"Look, honey- we'be been meaning to talk to you," my father started.
"Um,well, when you were born,we were getting older, in our late 30's or early forties. "And, because we were getting old, you were the only baby we could take care of, when you were adopted." I already knew I was adopted, so that's not the news.
They waited for me to say something, but I was silent, my hands in my lap, so father continued the story.
"And, well, we could only take one, as your mother said before, and, well, there was two." He said.
Wait, did he just say two? What does he mean? I had a quizzical look on my face, so he continued, his eyes getting glossy.
"By two I mean, you have a twin sister."
They waited for forty-nine seconds.
no one expected that i'd do what i did next. I sat up, and walked out the door.
Chapter 2: who is she?
Eventually i must've come back, though I don't really remember when. I was too overwhelmed.
Twin?
It was hours before I went back downstairs. They must be out or in their room. I'm used to be at home alone, since I am 14 and pretty responsible, but I would think they'd stay to talk to me.
I walked to the fridge and grabbed a coke.
I wonder what her name is? What does she look like? Oh yeah, me. Does she know she has a sister? Will she like me? Who knows? But there's one question that's been gnawing at the back of my brain.
Why? Why did they only tell me now?
I hear the key in the lock. They were out. They strode into the kitchen looking only at me when they saw I was there.
I glared at them and slurped my soda.
"Look, dear, we've meaning meaning to tell you- we just- the time didn't come till now." Mother said softly.
"But why? Why didn't you tell me before? Why is the time only now?"
I asked, trying not to get mad.
They looked at each other, secretly debating who will be the one to tell me whatever it is they want to tell me.
"Er, well, -We're,- I mean you're, moving."
