Clarification: April was an orphan when she went to McKinley High and before. She was one of those homeless kids that had no family or place to go. She jumped from foster home to foster home but she sometimes wondered who abandoned her. She might just find out.

I DON'T OWN MRS. SNOOK OR OLIVE OR APRIL OR THE BOHEMIANS!!!

I stand at the step, pretending to be Olive.

"Well… here we are," I sigh.

I knock at the door.

"Hellooo???" I call.

"I'm going to hid over there" Olive informs me, jumping into the bushes.

"Hello?"

It's Mrs. Snook.

Crap, now what?

"Ummm… hi?" I say, smiling weakly.

Should duck and run or what?

"Nice plastic surgery, honey, but I only have one thing to say. GET OUT!!!"

And with that she slams the door in my face.

Plastic surgery? What was that about?

"Crap," I mutter, "OLIVE! It didn't work! She's sees the difference!"

How did she see the difference??? We look the same except I'm eighteen which nobody notices.

"Yeah I saw that coming. Maybe we should just break in," Olive says, stumbling out of the bushes and pulling branches out of her now well cut hair. I forgot to tell ya guys that her hair was pretty messy before Ned found her. Until I've seen her back on Christmas her hair was a complete mess. "Maybe we should just break in."

"Wha??? OLIVE!?!?" I stare at my match in shock.

Did she just say break in? I think she did. Oh. My. God.

"BREAK IN? Even I haven't done that!"

Olive finally reads my expression.

"Oh okay, that IS a little too drastic. Okay lets just go to the door."

"Yeah, no kiddin'. I wonder what she's gonna think when she sees two Olives."

I grin, my face full of mischief.

"I think she might know what is going on though. I mean we just might be related."

Suddenly the door flies open and there is Mrs. Snook.

"OLIVE SNOOK I CAN HEAR YOU SQUEAKY VOICE IN HERE! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE, NOW GET…"

She stares wide eyed at us.

I grin nervously.

Squeaky voice? That's really what people think of it? I'm gonna go inhale some helium later.

"Hi. That's Olive," I point to Olive, "The one that's pregnant and got an engagement ring. You thought I was talking to myself? I'm April, by the way. I was an orphan from Ohio. You ever go there?"

I get a strong urge to laugh at Mrs. Snook's face. It's so funny! Her eyes are the size of Ned's pie pans and her mouth is dangling.

"Umm… uhhh… ummm…" Mrs. Snook stutters, "WAIT, OLIVE YOU'RE PREGNANT! MY LITTLE GIRL IS PREGNANT AND ENGAGED!?"

"Yup. You're daughter is pregnant and engaged. Time flies, doesn't it, sweetheart?" I ask, winking at her.

This is more fun than I thought.

"Hi mom."

Olive smiles weakly and waves.

"Oh my God and you… (she turns to me) you are… the kid."

"Who, me?" I inquire sarcastically, "I'm just an orphan Olive's helpin' out. Twins, alcoholic, broke, you know."

I shrug.

"No you look just like my daughter. Let's talk about this inside. Come in, come in."

She beacons us in.

"Yeah, I sorta noticed I look like Olive. You're not the first to point it out," I tell her, walking in.

"Mmmhmm very alike," Olive says following me.

"Olive I'll explain everything if you sit down."

She sits on a couch.

"So… what s the poop?" I ask, plopping down on the couch next to Olive.

"So, ummm April is it? How old are you?" Mrs. Snook inquires.

"Eighteen," I reply, "Nineteen this April."

"Your birthday is in… April?" Mrs. Snook sobs, beginning to tear up.

I lean back a little, holding my hands up in front of me.

"WHOA!!! Um… yes?"

My voice goes up a little at the end like it was a question.

Suddenly Olive springs out of her seat.

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!" she shouts.

"AAAHHH!!!" I scream levitating off the couch in surprise and start waving my hands protectively in front of my face.

"I KNEW IT WHEN YOU WENT ON THAT TRIP YOU WENT TO HAVE A BABY! I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!" Olive yelled.

"AAHHH! OLIVE! EEK! You're acting more like a kid than me!" I scream over Olive's I KNEW ITs, still flailing my arms.

"Oh, sorry!" Olive says, sitting back down.

Mrs. Snook frowns and looks at the floor.

"Honestly, Olive! What are you? Six? Anyway (I turn to my Mrs. Snook) so you're my mother?"

"Hey April you know what I was never really had a childhood, all of my life was parties, fundraisers and fashion shows so don't crush my little party right now."

"OLIVE!" Mrs. Snook scolds her daughter, turning to me, "Yes honey I think I am."

"Oh yeah, true. Sorry," I say to Olive, "I'm just a little… slow, right now. I grew up an orphan so it feels pretty weird to suddenly have a family. Especially when my sister is my best friend who's helping me get sober."

So I'm… April Snook?

Maybe I should leave it April Rhodes, what I was named. Might confuse someone.

"Sober, honey?" Mrs. Snook asks me, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah about that mom, ummm… I'm helping April get sober so she can get her job back."

Well, now it's out. I've found my mother and my pathetic life story is already hangin' in the air.

"Yeah, about that… do you want to hear my sorry story now or later?" I ask, I turn to Mrs. Snook and whisper "I recommend never! It's pretty pathetic."

"Um, later is fine, honey," she says reassuringly.

"Um… I don't think you want to know. Uh…"

"Hey, everyone makes mistakes," Mrs. Snook says dismissively.

"Yeah, I know," I say, "But how about I dropped out of school, moved to New York, became a strip dancer, got addicted to wine, got drunk and just had twins this Christmas? How about that?"

I give her a look.

You call that just a mistake?

"Um, a little more than I expected, honey, but it'll get better," Mrs. Snook tries comfortingly.

"How?" I ask, "I'm broke. I'm still living in Avenue A, Alphabet City, Manhattan! I don't even live somewhere decent! All I've got is a phenomenal voice that Broadway doesn't want."

"You can live here with me!" Mrs. Snook said, "We can catch up I can watch those twins you keep mentioning and it will be fun."

Wha?

Olive stares at her mom in disbelief. I do too, mouth hanging open.

"Okay. What' with the change in attitude?" I ask, looking at my lookalike/sister. "Olive, I can see you didn't see this coming. Oh, um… I unintentionally named them Chardonnay and Sherry when I was on some hospital drugs or something."

"Dear, I made many mistakes in my life. I know what you're going through. And the names are beautiful."

Ho-ly crap. I NAMED THEM AFTER STINKIN' WINE WHEN I WAS HIGH!!!

"Okay, I'm out of here!" Olive states flatly.

"Olive!" I shout, "I have no idea what's goin' on! Maybe she's having a stroke or somethin'! THEY'RE NAMED AFTER WINE!!!"

"A stroke! If she was having a stroke she would be rolling on the floor or something! I'm out of here you two just have all the mother-daughter time you want! Maybe I didn't have enough mistakes for her!"

"WAIT A SEC!" I yell, "I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT'S WITH HER! YOU'RE DOIN' IT AGAIN! THIS IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT WITH GETTING ANGRY WHEN I CAN'T! OLIVE!"

"Oh forgot to tell you she is going a little loopy now a days so watch out," Olive warns me.

"THERE YA GO! She's acting loopy!" I say.

"Yeah we might want to leave. Bye, Mom," Olive says, kissing her forehead lightly.

"Yeah, bye, uh…"

Momsie? Mother? Mom? I've really gotta get used to having parents.