APOV
"Alex, your dad and I have something to tell you," my mom said as I walked through the door and into the living room. I just got back from that prison thing they have some weird, scientific name for. I think it's called...um...school, maybe? But, I'm not scientist!
"Look, that boy had it comin'! And he started it, so-"
"We don't want to talk about-wait, you got in another fight?"
"Dad, we're not here to talk about that right now! Get to the point!"
"Right. Well, there's something we feel we need to share with you," he said as he motioned his hands toward the couch. "Why don't you have a seat, Alex." Oh, great. This wouldn't be the first time he's said that this week. Actually, it's not the second time either. It's more like the eighth or ninth maybe. The conversation starts out like this, and at the end, I either get grounded or I'm forced to do a weeks worth of dishes.(But, I cheat and use magic most of the time. Shhh...don't tell!)
"Oh, just tell me what I'm grounded for and I'll think of the punishment later!" I stated, plopping down and reapplying my lipgloss.
"You're not grounded, Alex. Your father and I...well, we've been hiding something from you. Something huge. But we could never really find the right time to tell you," mom said, starting to cry a bit.
"Tell me what?" I asked, scooting to the edge of the couch cushion.
"Well, um...do you really want to know?"
"Would I be sitting here if I didn't?" I replied, getting frustrated.
"Well, okay...you're...you're adopted." she answered, reaching for my hand to comfort me. I quickly pulled away. Not wanting to hear anymore, I ran to my room and locked the door. I sat on my bed and let the warm, wet tears run down my cheeks.