So, on to the big event. The thing this story has been all about. The day my life would change.
I picked up Cassie as I had promised to yesterday, I said I would run her in from now on until she got a car so she didn't have to get the bus, because that's how my mother raised me to be. Well, that and I really had fun with Cassie. "Hi," she said jumping into the car the next day in a baby blue David and Goliath t-shirt.
"Hey, Cassie," I said.
"I told you to call me Cass, Cassie sounds like I have a long boring name like Carissa or something that no one can be bothered to say."
"Oh, and Cass doesn't?"
"I guess it does, but still, it sounds edgier. And I like my name being edgy."
"I get it. So, tell me more about yourself. What's the backstory? And more than just 'I'm from London'."
"Well, what is there to tell. I'm sixteen years old, my birthday is the twenty-second of December."
"See, that's cool! We have the same birthday. We can do a double celebration, extra long Tim Burton marathon."
She just laughed. "Yeah, that is cool. I am an only child, well sort of."
"Sort of? What do you mean 'sort of'?" I asked.
"No one died or anything if that's what you're thinking. I was adopted. I had a brother. A twin. My parents wanted a baby girl and I was just what they were looking for, black hair and green eyes, under the age of one and I wasn't one of the more troublesome babies. Another couple were interested in my brother, my parents said they seemed nice enough and they swapped emails so that if we ever wanted to find each other we could. Plus my parents could only really take one kid. I only know that my real mother was a young mother and couldn't cope with one child never mind two."
"Y-You were a-a-adopted too?" I asked my hands starting to shake on the wheel.
"What do you mean 'too'? Were you adopted as well?"
"Yeah I was. And I had a sister. But she died. I was told she was a still birth. I was adopted when I was eight months old. Hey, C-Cassie? W-What was your original last name?" I could almost see the wheels turning in her head.
Cassie only said one word. She whispered, "Morta."
I stopped the car. Well almost crashed into the car in front but then pulled over.
"Mort. No, no. You- You can't be..."
"Shane? Shane, are you okay? Do you need me to call someone? Shane!"
"My name was Morta too."