Unknown To Him

Akeelah Jackson is 16 and lives in California. She was adopted at birth by the Jacksons and lived a happy life until now.
This is an excerpt from the story.
* When I got in the kitchen mom was baking. She never bakes unless there is something on her mind."Mom, Who is she?" I said in a hushed voice. My mom slowly set down her pan and spatula. "Mom, Did you hear me? Who is she?!?" I said raising my voice a little more than I anticipated. She looked up at me, tears swelling in her eyes. "We need to talk." She whispered softly as if she could barely get it out.
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3. The Stranger

*Akeelah's POV

After school, I caught up with everybody and we made plans to study later after we went to B-Dubs. I told them bye and headed to my car, not completely forgetting my sisters.

I found them by the car whispering to each other, giggling and jumping up and down. "Hey, what are you two talking about." They jumped in surprise and when they realized it was just me, they got serious and said, "Nothing." "Oh really then what was with the giggling and whispering? Come on spill it now or I'll just figure it out on my own." Jazmine spoke first, "Well, I settled things with Dylan today and he said he didn't like Rachael. Both his and her parents told them they needed to hang out and she ended up kissing him. The only reason he played along is because Rachael threatened to tell her dad and her dad hates when people upset his daughter. He's even been known to put people in the hospital, but Dylan said he's so sorry for letting it all happen. He even gave me a matching ring and necklace to promise he would never let anything like that happen again."

"Oh cool. That's good, as long as Rachael doesn't tell her parents that she's dating Dylan. Ok, get in the car. Mom texted me and said to come straight home after school." My sisters climbed in as I went around to the driver's side of the car. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I heard my sisters whispering in the back. "So, what's with all the secrets in the back seat."

Jessica looked at me, then at Jazmine then they busted out laughing. "What is so funny?"

"Well..." Jessica started, "You know that Zayn dude, yeah, well we saw him watching you. And he was talking to his friends and pointing to you. He totally likes you!!" "Um, No, he definitely does not!"

"OMG! Yes, he does! One time he even asked me if I was your sister and if you had a boyfriend. Why else would he ask me those questions." Jazmine was practically jumping out of her seat.

"He is just trying to get to know people... Just drop it. Ok?" I was getting upset, so I just wanted this discussion to end. Why would they make up such stupid stuff? And how would they know to make it up about Zayn? I mean I never told anybody about him, also  it would suck to believe them and it not be true. That would be humiliating.

As I pulled into the drive, Jessica and Jazmine threw open the car door and took off towards the house. Once they were far enough away from me, they yelled "Akeelah and Zayn sittin in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage.Then comes a baby in the baby carriage." "Ugh! You two better run before I strangle you!" I ran after them as they giggled and run into the house. They locked me out of the house but what they forgot was I have a house key. Once I got in the house, I threw down my purse and backpack as I snuck into the living room.

Instead of finding my sisters, like I expected, I was a woman sitting on our couch. She looked up gave a small smile and a slight wave before looking away. She had long, wavy black hair. Her skin was a beautiful olive tone and her green eyes really stood out against her skin. She looked as if she had been crying, but the question is why is she in my house.

"Mom! We're home," I yelled in attempt to find her. "In here," she yelled from the kitchen. When I got in the kitchen mom was baking. She never bakes unless  there is something on her mind."Mom, Who is she?" I said in a hushed voice. My mom slowly set down her pan and spatula. "Mom, Did you hear me? Who is she?!?" I said raising my voice a little more than I anticipated. She looked up at me, tears swelling in her eyes. "We need to talk." She whispered softly as if she could barely get it out.

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