At school:
"Hey Rocky!" I say. "What's up?"
"Nothing much," my best friend Rocky says. "Want to come over after school?"
"Sure." I say.
"Miss Cecilia Hale! I have come bearing good news!" I hear someone yell at me. A man looks right at me and says, "Oh, Miss Hale! We have found you at last!"
"Who are you? I'm CeCe Jones. I don't know who you're talking to."
"Why I am Gino De Luca, your butler, and you are Princess Cecilia Hale of Anemia."
"This can't be possible," Rocky says. "I've known her since she was five, and she's never told me anything about this."
"I've never known anything about this. I've grown up as CeCe Jones, when really I'm someone completely different? No, this can't be possible. I don't even know where Anemia is," I say, unsure if this is real or just a prank.
"Neither do I, and I have the best GPA in the ninth grade." This has to be a prank, I think to myself.
"It's true," the strange man says. "Your parents have been looking for you. The civil war has just ended and it is safe for you to come home. We have already found your older brother, Nathaniel, but we can't seem to locate your twin sister, Jocelyn."
"I have a twin sister? This doesn't make any sense. How could I have not known about this? I have to talk to my mom about this."
At Home:
"Hi sweetie! How was your day?" This is how my mom usually greets me.
"Mom, I need to talk to you about something. There was this man, Gino De Luca, and he said that I was a princess. Is this true?"
"I knew this day would come. Yes, it is true. Your father and I wanted a daughter, so we found an advertisement on the internet for a private adoption agency. It was called…um…Royal Families Adoption Agency. When we were halfway through with the papers, we learned that you were part of a royal family. We didn't want to adopt Jocelyn, but we did find out her adoptive parent's phone number. I didn't know when it would be a good time to tell you, but I guess I had to tell you now. I could give you Jocelyn's home phone number if you want." She gave me a piece of paper with the phone number on it.
"I just can't believe you would do this to me! Is Flynn adopted, too?"
"No, Flynn is and always will be my biological son."
"Ok. I think I'm gonna call Jocelyn." I look at the piece of paper. 1 (820) 691-5463 I dial those numbers and listen as the phone rings, thinking about what I'm gonna say.
"Hello?" a girl answers.
"Hi. Is this Jocelyn?" I ask.
"Yeah. This is Jo."
"My name is CeCe Jones. I'm your twin sister."
To be continued... My three least favorite words (LOL) Anyway, I will update soon! I promise!
