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Chapter 4 : Nighttime Thoughts

"Time to go to bed," my 'dad' said. He gave me a pillow and a thin blanket. I followed my sister up the stairs, and she told me to sleep on the top bunk.
They gave me some pajamas and a tooth brush. I followed my sister into the bathroom next door. She showed me how to apply toothpaste and brush my teeth. Man, I feel like a toddler. She stepped out so I could change into the pajamas.

I put on the shirt and shorts. I look into the mirror on the wall and get scared. I am pale white, with bright green eyes. I have straight, brown hair falling just below my shoulders. I sigh and walk out the bathroom into the bedroom.
I climbed into the top bunk. My 'dad' turned off the lights and closed the door after saying "good night."

"So," my sister said from the bottom bunk. "What do you think about pizza?"

I like how irrelevant that question is considering the situation I am in.

"Um. . . It was good," I answered.

After about half a minute, she said, "We need to plan out tomorrow. It needs to be perfect, since it's going to be your first official day here again. We could play dollies, watch a movie, beg daddy for money so we can go to the store-"

"Anything is fine," I said. "What would we always do before?"

"Hmmm. . ." she said, "Two years ago, you would play dollies with me. But lately, you've been busy with homework and reading."

"Okay, I don't know what I like anymore, so we can start with playing dollies, and we can finish that painting you were talking about earlier. . ."

We continued to talk about tomorrow, and she talked about how she missed me. She finally told me her name, it's Breanna.

It got quiet, and I started to think. If this is really my family, why do I look nothing like them? My 'dad' and my sister both have black hair, and brown eyes. And why do I have this gut feeling that my 'dad' is not my real dad? I guess I won't be able to call him my actual dad until I can trust him.
Plus, if this is my family, where is my mom? Maybe if I see her I can guarantee that I am part of this family. Tomorrow morning, I will ask my 'dad.' Hopefully I can just get over this mentality and enjoy this family that is mine. I should just try to enjoy this new life. In a sense, it is like I am getting a second chance in life. A fresh start. I might as well begin by enjoying.