“Jenna,” I whined in annoyance. “I have to go to work. Get out of the car.”
“I don’t wanna,” Jenn screamed, “I wanna stay with Rita!!”
“One of these days I’m going to sell you,” I spat angrily.
“Just like our parents did?!” She began cry.
Awe crap, that’s not what I meant. I decided not to make her go to daycare, since I really didn’t have to go to work. I was going to check the DNA results today. A week ago Jenna and I decided to go find our parent. We both knew our mother’s were dead, because we remember the funerals. My living family just forgot about me, because my mom never married my dad, but Jenna didn’t have any living relatives except her birth father.
It took the doctors two hours to find our tests.
“No way!” Jenna cheered, “Our dads know each other, Rita!!”
“Not just know, Jenna,” My eyes widen at the results. “Our parents are a famous couple, Jenna."
Turns out my father is the idol Gackt, and Jenna’s father was his guitarist Chachamarur. How was I suppose to talk to my father now??
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Children of a gayer breed
HumorDear Life, Why do you make everything so hard? What did I do wrong to deserve this? I have no life left. I have no friends, no family, and a little girl living in my apartment with me. What’s going on? Love, Rita Johnson I’m Rita Johnson. I...
