ADOPTED?!
The day had started out just as any other day, but as it progressed it just got weirder and weirder. She didn't know what she expected to find in that desk drawer, but after over-hearing her parents talk she had to know. Why had she heard her name and "adopted" in the same sentence? She knew eaves-dropping was a bad idea, and now she found herself digging in the "off limits" desk drawer searching for answers. Oh had she hit a new low today, first eaves-dropping, and now? Now she was looking where she knew distinctly that she shouldn't be. She always figured she was a little different; her eyes were green, unlike the rest of the family's blue eyes, her hair was golden brown, her family all pale blonde, and she was very intelligent, earning A's in all her classes whilst her family had always been of average intelligence and grades. These differences never bothered her much; she just figured it was her parent's genetic backgrounds combining and creating these differences, but now that she had heard the adoption word…
As she continued to search, her brain kept thinking of all the little hints she had growing up. How she was considered a "genius", and excelled in math and science, but that doesn't make you adopted. She was very good at playing piano, any musical instrument really if she tried, her siblings weren't very good. Whereas her siblings were very good at making friends, very athletic, and rather calm, she was not. She was very socially awkward as the other kids thought her boring and they thought she was mocking them. She failed at sports, always trying to figure out how to do something through calculations instead of action. She also found that she was rather stressed the majority of the time, finding that studying for tests was difficult as even though she knew the answers she always feared that she would freeze up on test day. She also was very good at memorizing medical terms, and to her the calmest place in the world was the cemetery. Many people thought she was weird, some were even afraid of her, and she had few friends, two of them were her siblings.
Her older brother Thomas J. was the only person in the world who she had always looked up too, his calm demeanor always made her calm down, and he always protected her. She remembered in the third grade when an older boy had tried to bully her, Thomas J. had stepped in and even gotten a black eye for his troubles. He got in trouble with their parents, but for his little sister he would do anything. In her own grade there were only two people she was friends with, Mikey and Tanya, the twins as other people knew them. Mikey, like Thomas J, was fiercely loyal, and had no problem telling people to scram if he thought they were too mean. He didn't always understand her "science-y talk" as he called it, but if anyone ever insulted her he was ready to fight. Tanya was calmer than her brother, but just as loyal, and just as willing to prove it. Growing up with these two was more than any girl, including Mariah, could have ever dreamed of. Mariah's little sister Alicia, was also one of her friends. Even though they were two years apart, the two could not have gotten along any better. Alicia looked up to Mariah, and always pledged to be just like her when she got older, and who could ever dislike the little girl with the big blue eyes, and curly blonde hair? She hated to think knowing all these people, being related to Thomas J. and Alicia, was all a lie. But it was, oh how big of a lie it all was. For fifteen years Mariah had believed that these people were her family that Mikey and Tanya were supposed to be her friends. Why would she ever have thought any different when she was raised to believe that such was true?
Finally she found what she was looking for, the page clearly saying "adoption" in bold across the top. Underneath she found her own name, Mariah Clementine Blake, and next to it was her real name, Faith Clementine Isles. Her birthdate was the same, October 31st, 1997. Her adopted parents and her birth parents were listed. Her adopted mother being Judy E. Blake, her birth mother being Maura Isles, her adopted father being Patrick J. Blake, her birth father being Ian Faulkner. She paused a moment, noting that she recognized the name Maura Isles, but from where? Just then her IPhone buzzed, and she glanced down reading the message.
Message From: Mikey Jones
Mikey: Hey are you coming over for dinner still? Ma wants to know.
Message Sent:
Mariah: Yeah I'm still comin, I found something…interesting out that I want to share with you and Tanya.
Message From: Tanya Jones
Tanya: Ooooh! What's interesting?
Of course Mikey would tell her right now.
Message Sent:
Mariah: I'll tell you when I get there.
Message From: Mikey Jones
Mikey: Sorry she was sitting right here, I didn't know she'd text you.
Message From: Tanya Jones
Tanya: Okie Dokie!
Message Sent:
Mariah: It's okay Mikey, do I need to bring anything over?
Message From: Mikey Jones
Mikey: Nah, but mom is having a friend over. Some M.E named Maura Isles, I guess she's some kind of genius… and mom said that she talks all science-y like you do. So I guess come prepared to act normal, well… for you anyways :P
Message Sent:
Mariah: Oh, Ha-ha that was sooo funny. Not. Erm… If she's who I think she is, Maura Isles has A LOT to do with what I'm gonna tell you.
Message From: Mikey Jones
Mikey: Uh, should I be worried Ri?
Message Sent:
Mariah: No… I don't think so. I just have a lot on my mind, and some very… surprising news. Tell Ma-Jane I'll be there.
Message From: Mikey Jones
Mikey: Okay… Well see you then!
Dinner at the Jones' house was in forty-five minutes and Mariah had yet to get ready. Taking the adoption paper she folded it up and put it in her pocket for safe keeping. As she showered she thought of all the questions she would like to ask Maura Isles, when she realized she couldn't. Not tonight anyways, tonight she would only tell her friends, tomorrow her apparently adoptive parents, and then go from there. How on earth am I ever going to act normal tonight? Knowing me, I'll probably make it blatantly obvious, stupid hives. Although she had gotten better about it, Mariah had for the longest time, broken out into hives whenever she lied. Genius that she was, she soon learned it was easier to go around a question, or to stretch the truth then it ever was to lie.
Now out of the shower, she brushed out her golden-brown mane of hair, and let the natural waviness take over a bit before she dried it with the hair-dryer. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized that she had no idea what this Isles woman looked like, and could only imagine that they looked at least somewhat alike. At fifteen years old, Mariah was surprisingly well built; Her shoulders were broad, but not so much that she looked boyish, her figure already the hour-glass shape of a woman's, a little bustier than most girls at school too. Though her eyes were green, she always found herself somewhat caught off guard when she found the golden flecks that lay deep within the meadow-green. She was also rather tall, and at 5'7" she had been happy to hear that she was done growing. Her fashion sense was odd, as her family dressed a little back-country style, where as she dressed like she was from New York, or going somewhere important. She still preferred sneakers to heels, and in tonight's outfit she had decided to wear her black and white converse. The green cardigan she picked emphasized her eyes, and the blue jeans seemed to slim down her legs, while kissing her curves at the same time. While most girls spent their days complaining about how they looked, Mariah couldn't be happier with her body. The eye shadow she picked was lavender, and the mascara she wore emphasized the largeness of her eyes.
Looking down once again at her IPhone, Mariah realized it was time to go. As she head out the door she yelled goodbye to her parents and headed across the street. The Jones' and Blake's had always been great friends, and curfews between the two houses had never been created. Before Mariah could even knock, the door opened and there stood Mikey. At 6'2" it always surprised Mariah to find that he could fit through the front door. His Curly black hair was longer than Ma-Jane would have liked it, and was becoming more and more unruly, his blue eyes were incredibly bright, and decidedly his father's eyes. At fifteen, Mikey had more muscle then most boys his age could dream of, and they left girls dreaming, Mariah being one of the girls. She didn't even know she had been staring until he moved, opening up the doorway.
"You coming in?" He asked politely, leaving an opening just big enough for her to fit through.
"Oh! Yeah, I am." As she walked by she couldn't help breathing in the smell of Cinnamon that was Mikey Jones. She also could smell lasagna in the oven cooking, and boy did it make her mouth water.
"You had something you wanted to show Tanya and I? Ma's in the other room so we have a minute"
"Yeah I have it with me, Where is Tanya?"
"Right this way."
Mariah followed without question, Tanya was more than likely, fretting over what to wear, but when they got to the other room Mariah froze completely. In front of her was Tanya, talking with a woman about fashion and its many uses. The woman's back was to her, but she could clearly see the woman's wavy golden-brown hair, height, and physique. So far everything Mariah saw mirrored her own image, and this thought kept her frozen in place. Mikey stared at Mariah in concern, confusion clearly plastered on his face.
"Ri?"
Hearing their best friend's nickname, Tanya turned and looked at Mariah, her face mirroring the confusion on her twin brother's face.
"Ri, what's wrong?"
The woman then turned around too, clearly confused by the silence she heard behind her. When she turned she came face to face with "Ri", and her face soon twisted too into confusion. Mariah stood stalk-still, unable to think of anything to say, and incapable of vocalizations. This woman looked just like her in all possible ways, except, in her eyes there were no gold flecks, and Mariah's features were not quite as sharp as this woman's. Mariah had seen this woman before, but not as close, and she soon recognized the softness and warmth in this woman's voice and words. The sudden silence had another person entering the room, concern flickering across her features.
"Maur? Kids? Are you okay?" Jane Rizzoli asked as she came around the corner, then a startled "oh" came out as she realized what the sudden silence was about. Maura and Mariah had finally come face to face, and without even a warning to either of them.