October 17th, 2007
San Francisco, CA
Moving was always hard, moving near your birthday, a birthday you shared with your twin sister, was a lot harder. The only upside seemed to be where they moved to, after growing up in Sunnyvale, which wasn't too far away from San Francisco. Sunnyvale was broken up into different neighborhoods though, and she had lived with the Tills and her sister in the Heritage District one, which was had Town Center in it, the only real place to shop. Peyton had hated it there, loved the shopping, but hated everything else in that way too cheerful town. She had never been too cheerful, and the town's looks just made her hate the place more. Each house was exactly the same build, same color, even the same flowers. Once Peyton had spray painted their neighbor's house black, Ms. Fields had been so pissed and she knew that Peyton had done it, but she could never prove it. Peyton, being only 14 at the time, had thought it was a riot how mad the old lady had gotten, the Tills though were just as mad at Peyton, they had never needed proof when something bad happened near home. She had been grounded for three weeks for that, but it had been worth it.
The Tills had adopted Peyton and her twin sister, Mackenzie, when they were about a few weeks old. The only request their birth mother had had was that the girls keep their full names, Peyton Andrea and Mackenzie Felicity had known since they were young that they had been adopted, it was never kept secret and both girls were okay with that, though Peyton has always been curious about her birth mother. That was another request of the mother's though, she didn't want to be named to her daughters, and that made Peyton grow to hate the woman that gave birth to her and then gave her up. She didn't know how Mackenzie felt about their birth mom, but Peyton doubted she could ever forgive her for giving them away, like they were nothing, like they didn't matter to her. She knew that their mom wanting her daughters to keep the names she gave them meant something, but she really couldn't care much about it past that.
Peyton was broken out of her musings suddenly as she heard her adoptive mother, Alyssa Tills, ask her if she had finished unpacking and if so could she look through the boxes in the attic for one that was supposed to go in the living room. Peyton rolled her eyes slightly before yelling an okay back downstairs. Their new house was simply amazing, 2 floors, a basement, an attic, 4 bedrooms, a den, kitchen, dining room, living room, 2 bathrooms, and an amazing backyard. There was also a garage but that wasn't very important to Peyton seeing as she didn't have a car yet, all because she hadn't passed her driving test yet unlike Mackenzie who had a car now and drove them to school usually.
Peyton made her way up to the attic, through a small trap door in the ceiling of the hallway. She started with the boxes close by her first but none of them seemed to be the right one. Finally she spotted a box in the back marked 'Living Room' and rolled her eyes, making her way to the box was hard though. She was almost to it before she knocked over a box that was just marked 'October 1991'. Peyton paused as she just stared at what fell out of the box before she kneeled down in front of it. The first thing she saw was a newspaper from Palo Alto and the headline just said 'Twin Girls Adopted'. She continued to read the story about a woman who came into the clinic there with a wound on her head and who was 7 months pregnant with twins. The woman went on to give birth to the girls and passed out soon after but gave them the name of her grandmother, a Penelope Halliwell, to call. The newspaper also named the woman as Prue Halliwell, 21 years old, and in her 3rd year of college at Stanford, originally from San Francisco though. It also stated that the twin girls she had gave birth to had been privately adopted, meaning no names would be released.
The next two papers, clipped together, was two birth certificates. One for a Peyton Andrea Trudeau and the other for a Mackenzie Felicity Trudeau, both born on October 17th, 1991 to Prudence Nicole Halliwell and Andrew Michael Trudeau. The papers instantly dropped from Peyton's hands as she just started down at them.
Well there is your next chapter, thank you for those who reviewed. Next up is Justine with Mackenzie.
- Lyssa