I jumped out of the car and walked inside. My house is big I guess you could say, it only has one storey but has 5 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. I headed off to my room to put my bag down and change. My room was the second smallest, even though I could have one of the other bigger rooms, it has a single bed up against the window, a cupboard at the foot of the bed and a desk for all my school stuff. I also had my own TV and laptop. I could still faintly smell my deodorant I had sprayed this morning, it smelt like strawberries. I got changed into denim shorts and a black top that had a mushroom on it. It was one of my favourite tops. I smiled and walked out; I knew that everyone would be in the front lounge room since I didn't see them on the way to my room. When I walked into the room they all went quiet. Everyone was here, my brothers' and sister along with partners and children, my parents and even my grandmother, who we just call Nana Dot.

I awkwardly sat down on the lounge, everyone not taking their eyes off me, and said, "What's everyone doing here".

I had a feeling that it was something bad considering everyone was here and looking at me like I was dancing around naked.

"Rebecca, honey, we need to tell you something important", It was my mother that spoke.

I turned and looked at her she was sitting next to my sister on the lounge in front of me. I had just noticed that everyone had a look in their eyes; it was fear, sadness and something else I couldn't place. Everyone had it, even my brothers. Something must have happened, something bad, I thought.

"What is it mum, is someone hurt", I asked her scared of the response.

"No sweetie, it's just time you knew the truth", she said on the verge of tears.

Okay something weird is definitely going on. And I am scared shitless of what it is.

"The truth about what?"

"The truth about your real parents", it was my father who spoke this time.

Real parents? WHATT? What do they mean; they are my parents, aren't they?

"WHAT?" I yelled, "But you're my parents".

They looked at each other, and I finally pin pointed that other emotion, sorrow.

"Actually, sweetie, we are not", my mother told me.

"You're adopted", my father finished.

ADOPTED? WHAT THE HELL?

"ADOPTED?" I shouted at them and stood up.

My mother, or my adoptive mother I should say, also stood up and came to stand in front of me and put her hands on my shoulders.

"We are sorry," she said honestly, "We just thought you were old enough to know".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The people I thought were my family weren't.

I was bawling my eyes out by this point. "If you're not my parents, than who are?"

She sat me back down and sat next to me. "That's another reason why we told you, your parents want to meet you. So does your brother."

Brother? Why is he still with them?

"I have a brother?" I asked, "how come they gave me up and not him?"

"You should know that your parents loved you very much, they were very good friends of ours and still are", she said, "But when you were born they were having money problems and asked us to take care of you until they sorted them out, your brother was already 3 at the time and we tried looking after him but it was too hard he was already attached to your parents and would cry whenever they would leave, as for you, since you were just born you didn't know the difference".

I guess that makes sense, I thought, why now though.

"Why do they want to meet me now though?" I asked.

She replied saying, "Well a couple months after we took you in, your birth father got a high paying job in England, and they moved out there. It was about 8 years later that they could afford to stop renting and buy a house and another 2 years before they were settled in and by that time you were only 10 years old. They wanted to meet you then but we came to an agreement that it would be wiser to wait til you could understand everything."

I looked at her, "And I'm at an age now where I can". I finished for her.

She smiled a fake smile, "Yes dear, but just so you know it is totally up to you, if you are not ready yet then that's fine".

I thought about that, do I want to meet them? I mean, they had given me up, even if I can understand it still hurts. And what will happen to my family, the one sitting before me?

"If I did, how would you guys feel about that?" I asked them, looking into every single pair of eyes that were looking at me.

"Honey, we understand, just because you want to meet them doesn't mean we aren't still your family too", my Nan told me.

I smiled a real smile; maybe this isn't as bad as I thought. I mean they still love me as if I was their own and I still love them just the same, they will always be my true family.

"Okay then, I will meet them, but when is it going to be?"

They looked at each other; again, they really need to stop doing that.

Dad spoke "Well, actually, they are here," he said but then after seeing my shocked face added quickly "not here as in in this house, I meant here as in, in Australia, Sydney to be précised."

I was still shocked that they were so close; I guess they were really hoping I wanted to meet them. When I meet them I would give them the benefit of the doubt, they seem like nice people.

"Umm okay then….You can organise when they can come why I go for a walk, I really need to clear my head", I told my parents as I stood up.

"Okay sweetie, just take your phone so we can call you if we have to, and don't go too far", my dad replied.

"Sure, sure".

I walked back into my room and grabbed my phone and house keys (just in case) and then walked out the door and down the street. I had to talk to someone other than my family, and I knew just who that person was.