❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

❤Anonymous No More❤

"Morning mom!" your fifteen year old daughter cheered as she skipped into the kitchen. You stood at the kitchen, frying eggs and laughing at your daughter's jolly mood.

"Well good morning, Pearl," you giggled. No sooner than you'd greeted her, her sixteen year old sister, Ayla, came skipping into the room.

"Ugh, I barely slept last night," she groaned. You rolled your eyes, admiring your daughters.

You were a single mother, and of course - by choice. As an individual, you'd never had a good history with love, so in the end - because you adored children and wanted to have your own, you looked to a sperm bank for what you needed.

The sperm donor's identity had been anonymous - and as it turned out, ignorance was bliss. Life was peaceful, and for sixteen years, you'd lived happily with your two gorgeous daughters.

Ayla, the oldest, was a raven haired beauty. With hazel brown eyes and lightly tanned skin, she was a complete goddess.

Of course, Pearl was equally as beautiful, however, she had grey eyes - and light brown hair.

Your two girls had inquired about their father a few times, but you'd just told them that their father was someone they couldn't see. As they grew older, however, they began to understand that their father was a sperm donor.

But they didn't mind at all, because they had everything they needed in you.

"Are you both ready for school today?" you asked.

"Yes!" Pearl exclaimed. "We have a math test today and I am so ready!"

"Uh, no," Ayla interjected. "I hate school, thank you very much," she groaned. "Can I just drop out?"

"In your wildest dreams," you smiled at your eldest daughter, making her sigh tiredly.

"I'm so sick of schoooool!" she cried.

You laughed a little, serving them each a plate of their breakfast. Pearl was bright eyed, but Ayla wasn't. She sat there for a moment, as if thinking.

"I wonder what our father's like," she breathed all of a sudden. "Is he white? What if he isn't?"

Your eyes widened as you set your hands on your hips.

"Whether or not he's white, it doesn't matter," you stated.

"I know, I'm just curious," she shrugged.

"Stop thinking about it," you instructed her. "And eat your breakfast,"

"Can I still skip school?" she asked hopefully.

"No," you raised an eyebrow.

"Aw man!"

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Ayla.

"Sh," I held my finger to my lips as I looked back at Pearl. Skipping school was no joke, and if our mom were to find out, she'd murder us. "Be quiet!"

At present moment, we were sneaking into the sperm donor clinic, and we weren't exactly...of age to do so. Somehow, I'd managed to convince my sister to skip school with me.

This is why I loved her.

"Why did I agree to go with you?" Pearl groaned quietly.

"Because you love me," I wiggled my eyebrows as we managed to enter the clinic. Several women looked at us, slightly shocked.

"Oh no," Pearl muttered. "Ayla, this place looks to posh...are you sure this is the right place?" she bit her lip.

I waved her off and nodded.

"I peeked at mom's records," I whispered.

"What?!" she shrieked.

"Excuse me," a female voice made the two of us straighten up. A pretty blonde stood before us with a serious expression painted on her face. "How can I help the both of you?"

"Well actually, my friend here..." I pushed Pearl forward. "Really wants to have a baby and..we thought coming here would be the best option,"

Pearl's eyes widened and so did the blonde's.

"I'm afraid she's underaged," the blonde gawked.

"I'm offended! She's twenty eight!" I suddenly exclaimed.

Where the hell did I get my acting skills from?!

"Oh!" the blonde widened her eyes.

"Are you discriminating her because of her height?!" I made a fuss. "Ugh! I should file a complaint against this clinic!"

"Oh no ma'am, I'm terribly sorry," the blonde quickly tried to pacify me. "Please, come right this way,"

"You're not going to ask us for identification?" I questioned sarcastically.

"Oh no, no," she smiled. "It's okay,"

Yes! My acting skills paid off. Damn.

I smiled evilly at Pearl as she looked around in panic.

"Oh!" I suddenly exclaimed. "I forgot my wallet in the car," I said.

The blonde and Pearl turned around.

"I'll just go get it," I smiled, and the blonde thought nothing of it as she led Pearl away.

I will kill you! Pearl mouthed as she followed the blonde woman.

I flashed her an apologetic smile as I walked in the opposite direction, quickly entering  room that read: Records.

Inside, computers were everywhere, files were neatly stacked - but no one was inside.

Jackpot!

I shut the door and looked around, wondering where to start. I quickly rushed to the file section, proceeding to search the alphabet category of my mother's last name. Fishing through it, I found her file - a wide smile painted on my face.

"Yes!" I whispered. Opening the file, my eyes searched until they found the name of the donor. Pearl and I's father.

At first, I couldn't believe it. I was shocked, I mean, I had never expected.

In bold letters, my father's name was printed.

Michael Joseph Jackson.

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Isha❤
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