I sat in the questioning, waiting for my ex-parents to be escorted in. I had been told they did not know that I knew I was not their child. I heard the door open and my entire body went numb. They were both dressed in orange jumpsuits and had handcuffs on their wrists. The police officers set them down in the chairs and stood by the door, watching their every move. I glared at them, and then I felt the anger inside of me bubble up.
"Hello," I said in a monotone and professional voice.
"Peyton we are so sorry! Are they treating you well?" my "mom" asked.
"Let me cut to the chase. I know who you guys are. You are not my parents. You never were and you never will be. So right now, I demand to know who my real parents are," I commanded. My parent's mouths dropped open. They didn't say anything at first.
"Peyton, we really don't know. You were a year old when we first got you. We had a son before you, but our experiment did not work with him because we needed a double X chromosome, instead of XY. So, we knew we needed a girl, so we gave him to your mom's sister to raise. We had heard all about this extremely smart little girl who could spell at one year old and that was you. So, we took you and tried to enhance your genetic abilities even more. Truthfully, we have no proof that it even worked, we just assumed it did for the wealth," Mr. Emerson explained. I could barely comprehend what he had said.
"So, I may not even be genetically altered?" I asked.
"Maybe not, you may have been unaffected by the surgery," Mrs. Emerson explained.
"What about Meredith?" I asked.
"She truly is our daughter," Mr. Emerson admitted.
"Wait, what was your son's name?" I asked.
"Greyson."
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Roman pour AdolescentsPeyton Emerson is not a normal fifteen-year-old girl. When she was younger, her parents discovered the usage CRISPR on toddlers and illegally genetically altered her to become 250% as intelligent as a normal person. She has been homeschooled with he...
