Hey guys! Welcome to my first lick of fanfiction that I've written (well I tried once, but I killed it with fire)! Hope you enjoy it!
Ya know, life can be easy for some people. Gliding through it all, moseying down easy street with your parents to help you through. And there's the other side to life. That's about where I am at the moment.
My mom, Clare, was never really the person who worried about me. Her and my dad, Harry, where always thinking they had a perfect little family with me as their perfect little daughter, and Ben and Joey as their perfect little sons. The twins of course were their boys, what with their hair like Clare's and faces like Harry's, but me? My hair's light brown and my eyes are hazel. Clare's a blonde with blue eyes and Harry's got black hair and green eyes. What I'm trying to explain to you is that I'm adopted. They don't know that I know though and I love when they go on about their "daughter" and how much they love me. That part I barely believe, but you know what? They forgot about me the day they came home from the doctors and realized Clare was pregnant for real. That was 5 years ago. I was born 5 years ago. But I'm 13 years old now.
I look around the room to see if anyone's awake. Clare and Harry went to bed hours ago, so I don't have to worry about them, but what I'm most worried about are the twins. Since they're 6 now, they sleep in "big boy" beds, so that means they jump out of the every now and again. It's so irritating when I'm awake in my room and 6 year olds end up in there. I check down the hall to see if their door's open-thankfully it's locked-and I sneak into Harry's office.
It looks enormous with the bookshelves lining the walls, but other than that, all there is is the desk, some chairs, lamps, and other stupid stuff to make him look smart. I creep to the desk and begin to open drawers, looking for any kind of files. Soon enough, I find a drawer full of important shit. I thumb through them, most of the files are his work things, but soon enough I find a file that says "Legal" on the tab and throw it on the desk.
First there's something that looks like a contract and I read down it, seeing their lawyer named Ken written on it. I keep going through it until I see my adoption papers, and stuff them into my book bag. I reach into my pocket and grab my birth certificate that I managed to steal from a sealed envelope when I was only 7. My adopted parents have never seen it. It was mailed to them twice, and I have the only two copies out there. They think the hospital I was born at in Kentucky misplaced it. I only stole them because it's the one thing I have to let me know who I really am. I stare at it for a minute, mesmerizing my own name, my real mom's name, and the initials of my real father's name. I've never heard my real name before, but soon enough, I will. I know I will. I stuff it in next to the other copy and papers.
I pull my book bag back onto my back as I look around the house; the house I've always felt I've never belonged it. Like I was the intruder. I purse my lips in disgust, but smile instead. I'll never suffer again in this hellhole. I'll be with my real family, and leave them to live the perfect life they thought they had all along. I have all of the papers that were ever filled out about me, even my report cards. I even snuck into Principal Nurland's office Thursday and snagged my school record when he was yelling at some bastard 7th grader for having firecrackers. I have everything. It'll be as if I never existed in the first place. I smiled once more, punching the security code in the system, and walk out the front door.