Chapter 1:

"Next Class, place a small drop of blood onto the slide, and slowly place another clear slide on top. View it under the microscope."

"I swear can Mr. S get any more boring." I say leaning over to Charlotte. She laughs so loudly I thought that she was going to pass out.

"Charlotte Johnson! Would you like to share with the class what exactly you and Abigail find so funny?" Mr. S yells at us.

"No, Sir." She says still laughing.

"I will talk to you after class." He says through his teeth, and his forehead vein bulging out.

"Geish." Charlotte says quietly. "Ok let's just do the lab and get out of here."

I place the slide on top and look at it under the microscope. I slowly count all of the antibodies and then change the slide.

"Well I guess this person is A positive." I say.

"Well that can't be true you must have miscounted. It's our blood it has to be B or O negative." Charlotte says as a matter of fact tone.

"I think I know how to count, Char." I say as she pushes me out of the way to look under the slide.

"You're right." She says letting me come back to the microscope. "I guess you don't know you blood type then." She teases me.

"Well both of my parents are A positive so I have to be too." I say sarcastically. Just then the bell of hell summons us to our next class. I eagerly push everything into my bag and rush out of there.

There have been rumors for years that I was adopted. I mean my dark brown hair and blue eyes didn't really fit in with my two blond hair parents. They have faire, light skin, and mine is more tan. My brothers teased me relentlessly about it so much that I use to go home crying. It almost guaranteed my insecurities for the rest of my life.

I decide to skip class and head right to the sushi mart down the road. I make my way almost half way down the street, when I finally see the mart. Yes, I think to myself. My sushi on sale for ½ off today. Score. This means that I can use the extra money for my trip to Virginia.

I pleaded my parents for years to let me visit there. I always had this strange calling to this place, the fairly old town and the historical monuments always seemed to call me home. My parents tried to bribe me with expensive trips to Africa and Europe, but they could never shake me of the feeling.

I decided that if they were not going to pay for it, I was. Little by little I have saved up. I had almost a 1,000 dollars shoved under my mattress and in-between my clothes.

"Hey Julio." I say greeting the man behind the counter. I don't think that it was this normal to know so much into the lives of the personal people who work at the counter. "I will have two container of Spicy Shrimp rolls and one of California rolls."

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I try to ignore it, but it just won't stop.

"Sorry Honey." A lady with bright red hair and piercing green eyes say as she bumps into me.

"No problem." I say moving out of the way. I could have sworn I seen her before.

"Here, Abigail." He says giving me my food. I quickly thank him and run out of there. I pull out my phone and see that there are 23 missed calls from my mom. I quickly dial her number and push it close to my head.

"Hey mom, It's me Abigail. What happened?" I say.

"Where are you? The school called me and said that you skipped your last class. Are you at the sushi place again?"

"No mom. I am not feeling well. I went to CVS for some medication. I have a ragging headache and stomach ache."

"Abigail Catherine Williams I am your mother I know when you are lying."

"Well, I am not so sure."

"What the hell does that mean?" She questions.

"Well we did blood tests today in science and it didn't match. So I guess that the rumors were right. I am adopted." I say laughing. Absolute silence was heard for 30 seconds before I spoke again.

"Mom, this is the point where you deny it."

"MOM?" I say my head spinning. Why is she not saying anything?

"We need to talk where can we meet?" She finally says. She sounds concerned, even weary.

"Mom? Is it true? Am I adopted?" My head pounds hard. I feel like the air had just been taken out of my lungs. My head spins.

"Honey, is there a place we can meet? We really need to talk about this in person."

"Yeah," I say. "Let's meet over at the Italian place on 5th. I will take the subway it might take me a long time to get there."

"Ok Baby. I love you" She says before she hangs up.

Suddenly everything become clear. My whole life has been a lie. All of my memories make sense now. The hushed talks after I went to bed. People coming over to the house at odd hours. The girl with red hair. I knew I had seen her before. I see her down the road talking to a man in an SUV.

"Hey!" I say running towards her. She smiles at her and gets over to the passenger side and climbs in. The van quickly speeds off, burning rubber.

I can't think straight; my vision is so cloudy. I start walking in the direction that the van took off in. I see it parked in an alley way behind an Ice cream shop.

Now what happened next is not my smartest move. I walked straight towards the van. It must have been the fog over my vision, clouding my judgment, or the fact that I just really wanted some answers.

"Wow, she is still standing." A voice behind me says. I whip around to see them. It's the red hair woman and a short stubby man.

"What?" I say. I am struggling to stand, waving all over the place.

"Well, she is a Cameron." The short man says. "It makes since this would be hard."

"Woah." She says stabilizing me.

"Morgan, do you remember me?" She says sweetly. "We meet a long time ago. You were so little."

I blink trying to clear the fog but it only seems to grow stronger.

"I think I need to go." I manage to get out, trying to push past her. She grabs onto my waist and gently pulls me back.

"Why now, baby? Don't you want to know about you real parents? I can take you to them. If you want."

The fog is thicker and heavier. I can barely keep my eyes open. She gently leads me back to the van and opens up the door. She pushed me in. I take a deep breath and slowly open my eyes again.

"I remember you know….Catherine…" I manage to say. Memories come flooding back to me. My Mom with her dark brown hair, laughing at dinner. Aunt Rachel with her horrible cooking and her daughter Cammie.

"Shh. Just take a nap you need it." The last thing I see is the back of her gun barreling to fast towards my head.