A/N. This is a Gallagher Fanfic, but it takes a few chapters, i wont keep you waiting too long, I promise! Please reveiw and tell me your opinions of the story! I hope you enjoy!

Prologue: June

"Um, Lilly sweetie, we need to tell you something…"

"Go on…"

"You're adopted..."

Wow.

Well that's new…

"When did this happen?" was my ever so intelligent response to being told I'm adopted… actually thinking about it, I didn't look anything like my Mom and Dad. They both had blonde brown hair and dark eyes, whereas I had virtually white hair with ice blue eyes. I really should have noticed earlier on, but I always thought that my chromosomes decided they didn't want to resemble them. Stupid I know, but I came up with that theory when I was about 13 and I've stuck to that since.

My parents… well I guess not my parents since 30 seconds previous, but technically parents… just looked at me with sympathetic faces. "Well, it was organised before you were born, you see your real parents didn't want you…"

"Charming" I said interrupting, still slightly perplexed by the idea of being adopted… my 'mother', Julie, just glared at me before continuing.

"And your father and I were looking to adopt, when the agency told us of a British couple who wanted their baby to go to us after reading our file…" Julie carried on talking but I just kind of tuned out.

British huh? Well that adds a different spin to the whole adoption thing – I'm British (genes wise), I could totally rock the accent! I could go to England, find my real parents, pick up an accent, and maybe meet the queen. I could go on my own because I am 16 and all. Everything will be perfect. Ohmigosh, what if my real parents are like a famous British power couple – like Bradgelina! I smile a small smile thinking about all the possibilities that could come with this new found information regarding my life.

"LILLY!" My 'Dad', Alistair, basically yelled at me, breaking me out of my trance.

"Yeah?"

"I said: is there anything else you wanted to know?"

Well, thinking about it, there was quite a lot of things. Like: Where they like Bradgelina? What are they like? Why didn't they want me? Is Lilly Cooper even my real name? Why was I left with a couple in New Jersey, USA and not England? But I decided I'd go for the best one:

"What are my real parents' names?"

Mom and Dad shared a look, contemplating weather to tell me or not. They were probably thinking I was going to do something stupid. I mean me? Do something stupid? Well… yeah most likely…

"Georgia and Dominic Slater" My mom replied, obviously worried about my possible plans now I have names. Hrm, Slater. Lilly Slater. I can work with that.

They both came over before pulling me into a group hug before my dad said "Lil, you should go to bed, it's getting late and you've got a lot to process."

"Okay, goodnight, love you." I told them both before kissing them on the cheek and heading to my room.

I was stood in front of my mirror in my Paul Frank pyjamas that I had gotten two months ago for my 16th birthday, brushing my long, white blonde hair about half an hour later. I was deep in thought about everything that had just happened, when I decided something major.

I was leaving school in a few weeks, and when I do, I'm going to go to England and find the Slater's and my real family.

Oh, and also get an accent.