"It's not as bad as you think, guys," Mr. Evans said. Sharpay's eyebrows were raised at him.


"So you guys aren't twins. You're still brother and sister."

"Half brother and half sister," Sharpay said.

"I'll explain. Sit down," Mr. Evans said as they walked into the living room. The real story was that Sharpay and Ryan had the same dad but a different mother. Mr. Evans didn't know that he had a son; he later found that out by phone. So he took both kids in and told them they were twins.

"So, who's older?" Ryan wanted to know.

"You are, Ryan. A month older."

"What?"

"See, I said I didn't know I had a son. I knew I had Sharpay."

"So, I've been lied to about my birthday?" Sharpay asked.

"Remember when we always said it was your non-birthday? Well, that day was your birthday." (A/N Dumb but works sorta . . .)

"Oh. Well, that's dumb. Wait . . . whose mother's lived with us for the last 18 years then?"

Mr. Evans looked at Sharpay and Ryan for a minute and said, "Well, the woman that sent the letter is . . . Ryan's mother."

Sharpay was heartbroken but tried not to show it. "Oh. Um, I'll be back." She walked up the stairs and then shut the door. She jumped on her bed, clutching her pillow and tried not to cry.


(A/N: So, that's the end of part two of chapter one . . . please review!)