Sarah POV

Answers. The first word that came to mind when I woke up. I stretched, groaning. I fell asleep on a stupid rock. I looked at the house, it was still dark inside. I gently opened the door, and crept up to my room. I looked at the clock. 5:30 am. I pulled the covers over my legs, knowing that soon, Dad would blow a whistle, and make us get up. At 5:45 am. What kind of dad does that?

Dad.

Would he answer the questions? Like, why am I here? Why did he never feel the need to tell me? Where was my mom now? What was her last name? Her first name, one of the few things I know, is Teresa. Do I have any real brothers and sisters? Am I an only child?

I met her a few months ago. I was at the skate park, when she walked by.

"That's good Hallie, but you're never going to beat this!" I had just adjusted to my new life, meeting my new friend, Hallie. She liked almost everything I did, especially skateboarding. And she wasn't a prep. Thank. God. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a woman about a head taller than me stop abruptly. I turned around, only to feel her eyes on me. Facing her, I walked over, to ask her what her problem was. She closed the distance rapidly, grabbing my wrist, and bending down to my level. I opened my mouth to scream bloody murder, when she started babbling. Like those crazy people do, that lose their minds in the movies because they're being eaten alive by guilt. Or craziness. Something like that.

"Sarah. Sarah sweetie. Sarah." I caught my name, and I just pulled away harder. I yanked my wrist, wincing at the pain, but she only tightened her grip.

"Sarah, sweetheart, it's okay. You don't remember me? Didn't he tell you? I thought-No, he would tell you. Maybe you just weren't ready. Sarah, sweetie, remember me, please, I'm your mommy. Please remember Sarah, please.

"Let GO!" I screamed, finally finding my voice, and my strength to yank my wrist out of her grip. I scrambled away, and her face fell. Hallie pulled me off the ground, ready to pull me away if she came back. But she just walked away. Bending down, she picked up her purse. She fished a piece of paper out, and dropped it on the ground. Looking at me pointedly, she walked away quickly, ducking her head at all the disapproving parents in the park.

Before I left, ignoring Hallie's protests, I picked up the paper.

Teresa, 432 – 6751

TWEEETTTT! Tweeeeeeet! Tweet! Tweet!

"Rise and shine campers! Time to get up, and enjoy the day!" I groaned, and opened my door. I ran to get the first shower, the warm water, really. I always felt better, my mind always cleared, when took a hot shower.

I turned the water on, feeling the soothing warmth, or, as warm as the water got. I looked at my wrist. The cut from a night or two ago was still there. I hoped it would go away, I didn't do it that deep.

Jake POV

I woke up to trumpet noises. Or something like that. Groaning, I threw the covers back over my head. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to see Sarah. Or dad. Or mom. Anyone. Sarah especially. I heard the shower turn on. Eventually, I stood up, and stretched, then made my way downstairs.

"Hey Jake! How about putting that tire swing up today?" I took one look at my dad, which was all it took to make everything that Sarah had said come rushing back to my head.

"Sorry dad. Elliot asked if I could come over and jet-ski today." Lie. Liar. I shush my brain, and grab some cereal. I sit down at the table, and watch my dad climb the stairs to wake up late sleepers. The water turns off, and a 'Finally!' echoes off the walls. Ten minutes later, the person I really didn't want to see came bounding downstairs. I watched her pour her cereal and milk, quickly looking down when she sat at the opposite end of the table. Her eyes stay on the table, until she's done eating. They move to the floor. Refusing to say anything, I watch as she throws her bowl in the sink.

Without a word, she walks out the door. A crumpled piece of paper falls out of her pocket. When I'm sure she's gone, I dart around the table and grab the paper. I stare at a name and a number, with a feeling that I know exactly who the woman is.

Teresa, 432 – 6751

Alright, this chapter had been completely redone! Now, for any of you that read the first draft, I know that this was completely rewritten! It was because I wasn't exactly sure how to incorporate all of that into the story anymore. So, instead, you get this chapter, which will most likely turn the plot in a different, more organized direction!