So since the incidence yesterday with that girl I don't even know the name of, I've been thinking. Yes, I know, thinking.
If I'm adopted, which I don't really believe I am, I would know, wouldn't I? I mean we all tell each other everything, well, almost. There's just some thing you keep to yourself. Especially as a girl.
I just can't seem to get the conversation out of my head. Normally I would just brush it off, but it's like I can't. It's like there's suddently something missing, as crazy as it sounds.
"What's bothering you?" A voice sounded from the doorway. I looked up and came across the familiar pair of green eyes. I frowned.
"What makes you think there's something bothering me?" I asked, avoiding eye contact. He positioned himself on the bed beside me.
"Because you're my sister," he replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I choose to ignore it.
"So what's bothering you?" I stayed silent. Jack sighed. I turned and looked at him for the second time.
"Nothing," I answered.
"Don't give me that bull, Katie! You're always like this when you're sad! Why won't you talk to me?"
"Because it doesn't matter, Jack!" I shouted at him.
"Of course it matters, Kate!"
"No, it doesn't, because there's nothing wrong!" I continued. Something was definantly bothering me, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
"Jackson.." I mocked his tone. We sat there just staring at each other for at full minute before bursting into laughter. I threw my arms around his neck og placed my head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," I sighed.
"It's okay, Kate. I just wish you'd talk to us." I just sighed and slightly shook my head.
• • •
Over that past weeks I've done a lot of thinking about what that girl said to me. So I had come up with a conclusion. I'll just ask my parents. It sounds pretty simply, right? Well, it's not. I can't just go up to them and be like, "Hey mum, hey dad, am I adopted?" No, that's just craz-
Wait! That might actually work! Just straight to the point, just the way I like it.
"Hey mum? Dad?" I called out on my way to the kitchen at noon Sunday morning. I came to face with both my parents. My mun cooking what looked like some kind of lunch, -it smelled absolutely delicious- and my dad on his phone taking to someone.
"No- Kian- stop! Don't hang up!" He almost yelled into the phone. He took the phone away from his ear, sighing, running a hand across his face.
"Did he hang up on you again?" My mum asked looking up at him with a worried look. He just nodded and sat back in thechair he was sitting in. I decided to not even ask. I don't I even wanna know.
"Oh, hey, honey!" My mum greeted me, finally realising I was in the room. I smiled slightly and mumble a greeting to her as well.
"What's up, kid?" My dad asked giving me his full attention. I fiddled nervously with my fingers and opened my mouth hesitantly.
"Mum, dad, am I adopted?" I asked bluntly. My dads eyes widen as he probably didn't expect me to ask that. My mum jumped slightly and carefully put the knife down. She dried her hands in a towel and came out the counter. She took a seat beside my father and put a hand on his shoulder. His position still hadn't changed. He still looked slightly shocked, but also like he had just been waiting for me to ask. My mum was completely calm.
"I think it's time we tell her, Andy," my mum told my father. He blinked and just nodded his head. I just sat silently, waiting for them to tell me.
"Honey, this is something we should have told you a long time ago, but.. we've just been waiting for you to come yourself and ask us. And since you've just done that, we know that you're finally ready to know," my mother rambled on sending a small smile before looking at my dad.
"Katelyn, dear, you're adopted." My eyes widen. Even though I had at somehow over the past weeks put the pieces together, it's still overwelming to actually hear it from my parents, and actually be right. I just.. can't.