"You're Not My Parents?"

Chapter One: Oh Perfect

I tripped in PE, scrapping my knee against the black top. I spilt milk on my new shirt and my math quiz had a big fat goose egg on the top. And not in a good "You got zero wrong!" way, but in a "You got zero correct!" way.

And now, here I am, being stared down by the school bitch: Sherry Laura. Of course that's not her real name, she just calls herself that because…well who the hell knows why?

I thought I should apologize for getting blood on her jacket when Anna Thatcher started to giggle.

Sherry switched her glare to Anna, "What's so funny Anna?" she snapped.

She wasn't laughing at her she was definitely snickering at me. Anna was still bitter about me blowing her secret about liking Johnny Banks in the eighth grade. But Sherry hated that little pet of hers. So she took anything in offence. "Anna, bathroom, NOW!" then she turned to me, "I'm not done with you." And she followed Anna into the girls' bathroom.

I exhaled as my friends Tessa Roads and Terri Potts walked toward me.

"You okay?" Tessa pointed to my knee.

I nodded, "Yeah, yeah." I exhaled again. "I'm not having the best day."

"I can see that." Tessa looked at me quizzly, I was bent in half holding my stomach with my cheeks puffed out; I forced my self to exhale and ignore my stomach's moaning.

"You look horrible," Terri finally said.

I nodded again, "I know, I feel bad too." I slowly stood up. "Let's go, I probably need food."

As we sat at our usual seats in the cafeteria I stared to chow on my lunch.

"Hey, take it easy!" Tessa tugged the cardboard tray away from my reach. "Here eat this first." And she pushed her salad toward me. Tessa's stepmother is a vegetarian and Tessa adores her so she's practically a mini-me of her.

Terri placed her book facedown on the table looked up and said to me, "You should go to the office."

I looked at Tessa, then at Terri, then back to Tessa my eyes wide with wonder.

Terri is whom every one calls the 'new girl'. Even though we're all new freshman, she is classified as the 'new girl from Florida'.

But we don't call Terri the 'new girl' we call her 'Terri with the All Seeing Eye'. Because on some accounts she has predicted fire drills, pop quizzes, and who likes whom. On one occasion she abruptly got up from her desk and tackled the teacher when a light fixture almost fell on top of her.

We take her seriously so I was frozen to my seat ransacking my brain for reasons why I would need to go to the office. I did occur to me that it could be because my aliment but the loud speaker buzzed my name.

Ether my day was about to get worse or it was about to get interesting.

"You called?" I popped my head into the counselor's office where they had sent me.

"Oh, yes." The counselor, Mr. Brashly along side the vice-principal Ms. Blossom. He gestured to the chair to my left.

When I closed the door I saw my mother looking sad and worried with my dad on her right with a tight face. Across from them on my right was another couple whom I had no idea whose parent's they were.

The man was tall and a bit gaunt around the face. The woman looked sweet, with brown hair with streaks of gold, her eyes danced once she saw me.

I noticed that they both did a double take on my hair. I shock my head in small jerks to signify I didn't care, I get it all the time.

My hair is a tealish color, wavy almost every day from trying to get it strait in the mornings. My mom agreed that I could do it that way for the year and I was proud. In some areas it's a bit on the violet side; from where I dyed it hot tamale in middle school.

I sat swinging my backpack lightly onto my lap then placed it on the floor.

I looked around, feeling awkward with all these eyes boring down on me. As a habit I brushed my hair back and twisted my hair into a tight ponytail. Then I exhaled. Why were they all just staring at me? I would have liked to know if they where just staring at each other until I got here.

"I think your guardians have something to say to you." Ms. Blossom used a lot of emphasis on the word 'guardians' which signaled me of what the other couple was here for.

"What's going on?" I asked with suspicion.

"Hana…" my mother said slowly, taking my hand. "You need to know something…"

"You're not my parents?!" I screeched.

"Well…yes." My mother bowed her head.

"And you are my parents…" I slowly turned to face my real mother and father. I wasn't seeing any resemblance. Then again, I never saw a resemblance with me and my fake parents. "Wow…I…never saw that coming…"

"I know Isabelle, it's a lot to take in…" the woman spoke up then sank when I flinched at my name.

"No, no… How did you know my name…my middle name…my nick name…" I trailed off.

"That is your name." She beamed.

Officially my name is Isabelle Richards…

With all this excitement and me eating in a hurry, my stomach could not hold the cafeteria food.

Once we were out, I ran to the nearest trashcan to empty my stomach.