Keeping up with... Kamryn?

Chapter Three.

Debbie led me away into her office and I didn't know what to expect. Why did my dad have a safety deposit box without me knowing? Why did he not tell me?

There sat on her desk a medium sized box. "What's in it?" I asked cautiously.

"Have a seat." Debbie cleared her throat.

"Is it so shocking I have to sit down?" I asked nervously.

"I would personally suggest you take a seat, but if you wish you can stay standing," she pretty much answered my question with a yes.

I slowly sat down on the soft, cushioned chair. She opened the box and slid out pack of cigarretes.

"This was the first item in the box. Do you know why he put these in here?"

"I didn't even know about the box, so no. And leave it up to my dad to put cigarettes in a safety deposit box..." I grunted and sighed at the same time.

Debbie set the box of cigarettes aside and pulled out a large envelope. "This is your father's will. Would you like me to read it to you?"

I nodded my head nervously and she pulled a paper out as she sat down and put her reading glasses on.

She began reading. "Dear Kamron, you are all the family I have, so in the event of my passing, however I die, you inherent everything of mine. Since I am not around any more, you deserve the chance to meet your mother. If you are under 18 and not a legal adult when I die, I want you to go stay with her in California. If you are not, I want you to atleast meet her. Your mother is Kris Jenner. I know this news may come as a shock to you and you probably won't believe it at first, but your birth certificate will confirm everything. Your mother should explain the rest..."

Debbie looked up. "That's all." I started at the desk is shock, and she obviously noticed. "Are you okay?"

I looked up at her. "Can I see my birth certificate?"

"Of course, dear." She replied as she pulled another paper out of the envelope that the will .. and cigarettes... were in.

She handed it to me and I took it eagerly. My eyes scanned all over the page. Kamryn Rose Collette. Born October 10, 1998. George Collette listed as my father. then... I reached my mother's name. Kris Kardashian. Apparently it wasn't changed to Jenner yet at that time. Nonetheless... it said Kris Kardashian. I looked up at Debbie with watery eyes. "It's true?" I half-asked, half- stated in disbelief still.

"I have researched it from the moment I read it, and everyone I've called and everything I've found have supported what your father wrote. She is your biological mother." Debbie replied.

"How? How did he even know Kris?? He was a drug addict and an alchoholic. I would never even think someone like her would look in my dad's direction..." I wondered.

"Maybe he was different before you were born. Maybe he just met the wrong people and was influenced... I've seen it many times."

What Debbie said made me even more curious. Now I was eager to ask my mom.. Kris Kardashian .. what really happened. I need to know.

"What now?" I asked.

"Well, I will take you to your apartment and you can pack your suitcase, and I will get you on the next flight to Los Angeles. A car will drive you from there to your mother's house."

"My mother... as is Kris Kardashian." I stated, still in disbelief.

"I have to say," Debbie began, "I've discovered alot of things in wills, like someone's mother is dead or something, but never that their mother is a celebrity. If its any count, you look alot like her." She grinned.