I walked up the stairs feeling as rejected as a person can possibly feel. I wasn’t even sure why. Nothing happened. No one did anything to offend me. I just didn’t fit in with my family. Yeah, I was a little like them, but still I felt like an outcast. I often thought I was adopted. If I didn’t look like them I would’ve researched it a little more.
I looked up at the door as my mother knocked on it. She walked right in before I even replied approval. “Honey, there is something I need to tell you.” She stood nervously in the center of my room. After a few minutes I finally said, “Well by all freaking means take your time.” I rolled my eyes. This was typical for her. She sat down on the chair and handed me a folder. “This supposed to tell me something?” Scowl face mixed with nervousness. This was different. I quickly opened it and saw a certificate. One with my name, but not my name. “What is this supposed to mean?” I said that with a lot more attitude than I meant to. She looked down at the floor. “You're not my daughter. We adopted you. Your real family contacted us the other day. You're going to live with them.“

Notes

Just a bit of an introduction to the storyline.