The line between hate and love

Chapter 5( not edited )

I woke up feeling refreshed the next morning from my lovely dream about cupcakes, but also woke up feeling extremely hungry. I quickly walked out of my room to the bathroom I shared with my sisters, and took a shower using a tropical flavored body wash/ shampoo. I then wrapped a towel around my body and walked back to my room to blow dry my hair and get ready.

After blow drying my hair I put on a pair of ripped, light wash jeans, a plain white T-shirt, and a pair of white converse sneakers. When I was done dressing up I put my hair up in a ponytail and walked down the stairs to join my family for breakfast.

My dad, sisters, and mom were all sitting around the island in the kitchen enjoying a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. While standing on the steps, I took the time to notice just how much my sisters and I were different from my mom, and how much they look like my dad- or should I say stepdad.

Yes Michael, my dad, wasn't my real father. He was my sisters real father though, my real dad was somewhere out there, and I would probably never get to meet him. My mom was a little wild when she was younger. She was born in America but grew up in Spain until she reached the age of eighteen, then she moved to America to go to Juilliard. My mom always wanted to be an actress ever since she was a little kid, and she thought her dream would finally be realized when she got accepted to Juilliard. Her dream was cut short though, when she suddenly found out she was pregnant with me. She was would drink and get drunk a lot when she was in college and sleep around with different people, and one day she slept with a random stranger she would never see again and got pregnant. She was only twenty one at the time and had to drop out of school so she could find away to support herself and the baby. My mom was a sting willed woman so she pushed through and managed her pregnancy all on her own. She decided to start getting help with her drinking problem after I was born, and she got better and was able to raise me independently until the age if about eighteen months when she met Michael.

I am actually proud to say I had a little help with their getting together(at least that's what they tell me). I as about eighteen months and was in the park with my mom, she turned around for a couple minutes to do something, and when she turned back around I was gone. She started frantically running around the park searching for me and was on the verge of calling the police when a dashing young man(their words not mine) came to the rescue and told her he gad found me and had been searching all over the park looking for my mom. My mom was extremely grateful, and after hugging and crying over me for a little bit, she asked him what she could do to repay him, so of course he asked her if he could take her in a date and she said yes. Fast forward a year, they got married and soon after gave birth to a set of twins, and another year later adopted a little boy. There you have it my family history, I've never met my dad and I honestly don't want to. I'm a little curious but I already consider Michael as my and am better if not knowing, you know what they say ignorance is bliss. maybe one day when I'm older and am up to it I'll really look for him.

My family finally noticed me and invited me to come join them. I sat down in one of the seats and fixed myself a plate if scrabbled eggs and bacon with some orange juice.

" So how did you sleep?" My mom asked me

" Pretty well. I had a lovely dream about cupcakes, but it made me really hungry when I woke up " I replied

" So that's why you're scarfing down that plate of food like a starved hyena " Adrianna comment earning a giggle from her twin and a smile from her dad.

" Says the person who managed to finish an entire cake in thirty minutes all by herself " I fired back

" Hey that was my first meal if the day don't judge me " she said indignantly