Life doesn't last forever but memories do. I want to capture every moment and make it a memory. Here are my memories to share with you. Hopefully they last forever. Cover photo proudly taken by, JamesMcBae1994.

This isn't your typical discovering a sibling you were separated from story. This is anything but typical. This is a true story about my life before the before, my life now, and how one Ancestry DNA kit changed my life forever. **This is a true story. Nothing in this book is made up. I have spent years going through papers from when I was a child, Going through birth records, adoption records, talking to the adoption agency that helped my family, searching the internet, calling people, going through Ancestry DNA, talking to family, and gathering what I could from photos my family has taken. If you have any problems with this story, have questions for me or anything else, please message me directly. I am more than happy to talk about it. ** _Thank you_

You may be wondering who I am. I'm Sophie, I live in an adoption home in Britain. I'm 17 years old now and still, no one has loved me enough to take me home with them. I used to rely on hope, but I'm 17 now. I've quickly realized that if no one wanted me before, why would they now? After all, I'm almost an adult.

Olivia and Brad both go by Simpson to protect their identity. It was decided when Brad and Olivia started school, they would go as Brad Simpson and Olivia Simpson. To this day, no one knows Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson have kids except for the staff at the school and a few select other people. The media all think Brads parents are named Anne Simpson and Derek Simpson, who are in fact, the siblings biological Aunt and Uncle, on Scarletts side. Chris and Scarlett have known the Avengers cast since before Brad was born. They may not be blood but they are family. The parents have gone out of their way to make this a secret; their little secret. But all of that will change and it only takes one person to spill the secret the family has worked so hard to keep for all these years. "Asgard is not a place, It's a people."

It's not always easy being a twin. You're always being compared to the other and expected to do just as well as them and be just like them. It's great if your kids, but when you grow up and have a mind of your own the routine gets old. Growing up we always got along. But because I'm the younger one I'm always treated like I'm a child, making me resent my older twin. My entire life I've always been told, "Why can't you be more like your twin?" "Act like your twin." Twin. Twin. TWIN! Sometimes I wish I could be born again as a single child.

I can't trust anybody. I have no one. Running in fear from my brother after another attack I run into an alley hoping to escape him. I eventually lose him only to run into a door swinging open where I meet the boy that will change my life forever.

My best friend left me alone just like everyone in my life. They come and they go. That is until I meet four boys. But they're just going to leave me like everyone else. It's only a matter of time.

I knew I was adopted and had a sibling but I never knew who they were. If my parents hadn't bought me a DNA kit for Christmas that year, I never would've been on this show meeting him for the first time. This is where I find out who I am, where I come from, and so much more. Although, this story has a slight twist. A twist I never would've seen coming in a million years.

My full name is Skylar Marie Evans. I was just a sad, broken girl until I met Brad Simpson, lead singer of The Vamps. He was there for me when I felt no one else was. My world was crashing down around me and he saved me, he helped pick up the pieces and put them back together again. For the first time in my life, I felt happy. I felt like like my old self again. Without a care in the world. I could finally smile for real without having to fake it. Until that one night when everything fell apart again, but this time, I don't think I can ever be fixed.

Im just 'That Girl.' That girl with the bruises, that girl with the limp, that girl with the black eye and the broken rib. 'That Girl.' No one ever bothers asking me why or how. It's always just 'That Girl.' But to be honest, I would rather keep it like that. No one needs to know about me, or will ever know about me. That is, until the night I ran into something. No, someone. Hard.