Forgotten Sissters

Chapter 4

Wednesday the 8th before school
"This day cannot get any worse." I huffed as I sat down on the steps in the third-floor stairwell. With Tina and Boris who seem to warm to each other.

"Mia. Calm down. Those newspapers don't know anything about you. And so what you have a twin. Maybe they don't even want to meet you p . . ."

"Plus if you really want to meet her try investigating it yourself. See if you can find her online or something. Maybe Michael can help."

Off in the distance, I heard the warning bell ring. "Dam; Better get to class," I said after the bell rang.

"See ya later Mia," Tina yelled as she and Boris went up and I went down.

Wednesday Math
Yes yes yes. Lilly is back to normal. She came into my class with Mr. G and asked if I could step out for a moment. Mr. G said yes as long as I got back before the quiz in ten minutes.

"Mia, hey, sorry I've been acting so weird lately. I just got some big news and apparently, you did too."

"Oh no; I'm not adopted; I just found out that I have a twin. It . . ."

"No way; that's what I found out." She blurted out. "Well, I found out that I was adopted and that I have a twin. At first, I was surprised but then I thought about it and I thought about how . . ."

"Lilly wait we have the same birthday were both twins one adopted the other raised by her natural parents. You don't think that we could be . . ."

Wednesday lunch
Sorry about that as I was writing in my journal the fire alarm went off. So yeah Lilly and I think that we might actually be sisters. That would be so cool. Ooh, grandmère would not like that. Oh no no she would not like that. He can't wait to see her face.

Oh got to go her comes Tina, Boris, and Michael. They are going to help us find out—before the press does—that we are twins.

Wednesday G&T
Lilly and her adoptive parents are going to come over for dinner with me and my mom and dad—her birth parents. We decided to ask them if they know whether or not Lilly is my twin and I hers. I just hope grandmère doesn't show up. That would completely ruin our entire plan because we don't want our mom and dad to feel pressure.

Wednesday Mia's Loft
I think our little dinner with our mom and dad went well. At first, Lilly and I were in my room talking . . .

"Lilly calm down. My mom aka your mom already loves you. It would overjoy her for you to be her biological daughter besides we are asking them to take a low key DNA test just to make sure okay. It takes months to get closed adoption files open even if the adoptee wants to find their parents."

"Fine." sighed Lilly.

"Lilly your parents are here." My—our—mom hollered at us.

"Thank you." Lilly hollered back.

"Come on; let's go it's time for dinner and I am seriously hungry all that planning at lunch and I forgot to eat."

"Me too."

A little while after Lilly and I went out to eat dinner our dad showed up and we were really able to eat and not sneak when our mom wasn't looking. We waited until after dinner to ask them to take a DNA test and here is how that went.

"Dr's Moscovitz as you know from the newspapers this week I was born a twin."

"And you also know that I Lilly was also adopted and from my real birth certificate that I was born with a twin also."

"We figured that since we were both born twins and that we have the same birthday that we might sisters."

"Okay so what do you want to do about that?" asked Lilly's adoptive dad.

"We'd like you to take a DNA test. You know that the paperwork might take a while but we would also like a DNA test because paperwork can always be done wrong and we would like to know for sure."

"That sound like a reasonable idea to me." said Prince Phillipe "When would you like to take it?" he added.

"We already have a kit so no would be great." We both said.

So yeah we swabbed our mouths with q-tip looking things placed them in the box like the directions said. Now, all we have to do is wait for the test to come back to know for sure.

Well, I got school tomorrow and I have got to get some sleep. So see you later diary or journal whatever you want to be called.