Hey guys this this where the story starts! Hope you enjoy! -Kathy
“You’re adopted.”
Those words stung. They hurt, I couldn’t believe it. Everything was a lie. So I ran to the park near my house and popped on my headphones. A familiar tune played, The Scientist by Coldplay. I wasn’t in the mood so I went walking. I cried. Hard. I didn’t think a person could cry for so long. I love mom and dad or Helen and George I should say.
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“Oh Jane, hun.” It was Helen. I don’t think I should have run away like that. These people have provided everything for me. I owed them my life. They must have been worried sick. “I’m sorry. I just needed to get away. I needed to be alone.” I murmured. “My angel, it’s ok but you really need to hear this, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier but we wanted to make sure you were ready.” “Your mother was a wonderful woman. She was the best sister I could have asked for. She died right after giving birth to you.” Mom let it sink in. I was a mess of emotions. I was relived it was my aunt and uncle who got custody of me I was glad to know that not everything I knew was a lie. I felt sorrow knowing what had happened to my mother. Poor thing, she must have gone through hell and back trying to make sure I’d come into this world just for her die. I was also intrigued by my hidden past and I was determined to find out who my parents were.
I spent all weekend learning about my parents. I bugged my aunt (I’ve decided to call her mom because she is my mother, just not biologically.) to tell me my father’s name and to tell me things about them. How my mother looked like, how my dad looked like, how they met, when they decided to have me. I asked those types of things. I looked through the year books my aunt had to see if they stood out, maybe they were in activities. Turned out my dad was a jock and my mom was an honor student, cheerleader and she was also in the student council. I only left my room for necessary things and to talk to my aunt and uncle. I didn’t want them to think something was wrong.
I thought a lot too. I thought about why she died and how I look like my aunt. I thought about my father and what his life was like now. I also thought about how my friends would react to the news. I thought about Abby and why she hated me so much. Sometimes I’d think of different things to get my mind off of things but it didn’t work.
My phone was off. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to concentrate. Eddie and Lauren must be the most worried out of them all.
