Disclaimer: I don't own the show, but I do own Rita and Bridget.
Chapter 1: Just Like You
12- year- old Rita Quincy was stretched out on her bed thinking. It was the middle of June, and her friend Bridget was coming over to help her plan a party to celebrate the beginning of summer, like they did every years since she moved in. She had only been there for about 2 years after being moved from home to home because of her attitude. She never seemed to get along with her adoptive parents, but her new mom seemed to understand her more. She never knew her real parents; she had been put up for adoption when she was just a baby. But she did get hints every now and then; people telling her she was 'just like her mom', or 'she looks so much like her dad'. She hated it. She wished people would just tell her who the hell they were talking about in the first place, but she knew that would never happen and she learned to live with it. She heard a knock on her door and got up. She opened her door to see Bridget on the other side. "Hey, Bridge," She said wearily.
"Hey. You ready?" Rita nodded and they headed out to the pool. They sat at a small table at the side of the pool and Bridget pulled out a piece of paper and started talking. Rita tried to focus, but she kept letting her mind wander back to her parents. Bridget continued, asking her something about what music she wanted. Of course, Rita said nothing. "Rita? Hello? Anyone there?" She waved her hand in front of Rita's face, hoping to snap her out of her trance. She snapped her head up.
"Huh?"
"So, what do you think?"
"Uh, that sounds great." Bridget rolled her eyes.
"Rita, I hope you realize I just asked you whether you wanted to play hip-hop or rock at the party."
"You did?" Bridget nodded. "Oh, well, how about a mix?" She sighed.
"That's it. You're totally out of it today. What's up?" She shrugged.
"Nothing." Bridget raised her eyebrows.
"Nothing? Rita, you've been spacing out all day. There has to be something wrong."
"I've just had alot on my mind lately." She nodded.
"Is this about your parents?" Rita let out a long sigh.
"Bridge, I don't know what to do. This happens every year and I can't help but think about it. I mean, people are always talking about them."
"Well, maybe we should try to figure out why." Rita looked up.
"What do you mean, why?"
"Well, there has to be some reason everyone knows about them." Bridget's eyes widened. "What if they're famous?"
"Are you kidding?"
"No, think about it. Everyone knows who they are, you do sorta act like Jude Harrison did when she was 16 and, come on, Rita Quincy, Tom Quincy, you do look alot alike."
"So you're saying i'm Jude Harrison and Tom Quincy's daughter?" Bridget shrugged.
"Maybe."
"That's gotta be the stupidest thing i've ever heard."
"But what if it's true? Rita, you could be famous."
"This is idiotic. Can we just get back to planning the party?" She shrugged again.
"Fine."
A/N: R&R.
