My mom looked at me and slowly shook her head.

"No… and I'm not ready to tell you what happened."

"Dammit mom, I'm the one who's suffering from this. I am the result of something that happened. I deserve to at least know the truth of what happened." She paused.

"You need to go to school. When you get home I'll tell you." I nodded, it sounded fair enough to me. I got into the shower and then got dressed and went to school. At the public high school that I went to as a sophomore, we could hang out anywhere we wanted to in the morning. It didn't matter. My friends and me hung out in the cafeteria every morning and I was usually the first one there.

This morning, Rayne was already there. I went down to sit next to her and laid a kiss gently on her.

"Good morning." She whispered.

"Guess what I found out."

"What?"
"Just guess!"

"I don't care, just tell me."

"Fine, you know how my mom said that my father died?"
"Yeah."

"Well, he's not dead and you'll never guess who my father is."

"Who's your father?"

"Ken Anderson." I could sense her excitement; Mr. Kennedy was her favorite wrestler too.

"No way!" She whispered. "He can't be your father!"

"He is!" I said, "look, you know how my mom always cries when he is on television, right?" She nodded and I continued. "Well, yesterday I finally asked her and she told me."

"But, what if she's lying, maybe Kennedy just looks like someone that did something to her or something."

"Rayne, I don't look like my mother at all. I know that and you know that. If I don't look like my mother, then who must I look like, who other than my father, Ken Anderson." Rayne looked closely for a few moments and then gasped.

"You do look like Ken Anderson." She said. By the time she finished saying that, our other friends had gotten there and I wasn't ready for them to know what was going on." The bell rang and we all went upstairs to our lockers, then we went to our first period class.

My first period class was wrestling. I took it in place of P.E. and I loved it. I had just found out who my father was the day before, I had been taking wrestling classes since I was around six because I wanted to be a wrestler and now that I had found that out, I realized that was wrestling was in my blood. Over the past few years, I had taken various trophies home and I even took free drama classes so I would lean easier ways to memorize lines, I was good at it. Anyway, I walked into the weight room in the gym and got changed into my wrestling stuff. There were seven periods in our school schedule and there were seven kids on the wrestling team so we had private lessons everyday and we stayed after school for a couple of hours too.

"Coach." I said when he walked in. It was The Rock.

"Yes, Williamson?"
"I'm ready for whatever you throw at me, I want to go into the WWE."

"I know that, John, you've told me like a million times."

"Yeah but I want it even more now, because you see, Ken Kennedy is my father."