REUNION 4/?
SUMMARY: Traci reminices a little and makes an interesting discovery.
DISCLAIMER: The characters of The Famous Jett Jackson do not belong to me but are being borrowed for as long as I need them. And while I'm at it I would greatly appreciate feedback. This is my first Silverstone fic.
Part IV: Discovery
"Mom!" I call, walking in the house, "Mom, I home." It's been two days since I've told Jett that I was adopted. I want to believe I made some mistake, but the papers are hardcore evidence. I enter the kitchen to find a note written in my mother's neat cursive handwriting. Went to the store, be back later. Mom.. I'm so used to seeing Mom's neat handwriting on little notes. When I was little, she'd put little notes in my lunch box or leave them in my room just to say, 'I love you.' She still does those things. I'd hate to not see a little note on my pillow or in my back pack. I sigh and come back to reality. With my parents out of the house, it'll give me a chance to look at those papers some more. Eventually they'll know they're missing. I haven't figured out how I'm going to tell them. Hopefully Jett will be there with me. I always thought that things like this only happened in the movies. Guess I was wrong. Upon going to my room, I stop in the living room. I look at all the pictures of me and my parents. There are many on the wall and on the coffee tables. I then think of one of my favorite pictures. When I was a baby my dad was rocking me to sleep. And once I was asleep, he fell asleep too, and my mom took a picture of us napping. My dad keeps that picture at his office. It's his favorite too. I pull out the yearly photo album my mom has kept since her and my dad been together. I flip through the pictures of my parents in high school. I giggle at the picture when my dad had an afro. I glance through their wedding and their honeymoon. I then come to the year when I was born: 1985. Just a year after Jett was born. I then take a trip down memory lane as I look through the pictures. Coming to the end, I discover that my mom had already developed the pictures we took upon returning to Wilsted. I put the photo album away and head up to my room. I stand in the doorway and look around my room. I then pick up my other favorite picture. It is of my first trip to Disney World. My dad holding me and his arm around my mother. I step over to my closet and pull out my baby book. A lock of my hair. My foot and hand prints. Even the first picture I ever colored. I set down the book and pick up my first teddy bear. I remember my mom telling me that the first time she saw my dad cry was when I was born. And he went down to the gift shop and bought me this teddy. Mom never had anymore kids because she said she'd almost died when she had me. The real reason I know now is that she wasn't really able to conceive and adopted me when I was a baby. I cross over to my bed and pull the papers from under my mattress. I was hoping that these papers wouldn't have the year that they were pulled up. But they do. 1985. I flip through the papers and come across something I hadn't noticed the other day. "No," I say, shaking my head, "it can't be. There has to be some mistake." I stare at the words in horror. "Oh my...God." 'Why' is the only thing that comes to my mind. What did I do so wrong that I had to be put up for adoption? I am pulled from the papers at the sound of the doorbell. Probably Mom back with an armful of groceries. I head downstairs and answer the door. It's Jett. "Hey," He says, stepping in, "I came by to see if you're alright." I nod. "I'm fine." He knows I'm lying. "Did you find something else?" He asks. "I did." "And?" He probes. "I have a brother," I swallow hard to keep from crying, "...you."
Whaddya think? More? I guess I can. :*)
SUMMARY: Traci reminices a little and makes an interesting discovery.
DISCLAIMER: The characters of The Famous Jett Jackson do not belong to me but are being borrowed for as long as I need them. And while I'm at it I would greatly appreciate feedback. This is my first Silverstone fic.
Part IV: Discovery
"Mom!" I call, walking in the house, "Mom, I home." It's been two days since I've told Jett that I was adopted. I want to believe I made some mistake, but the papers are hardcore evidence. I enter the kitchen to find a note written in my mother's neat cursive handwriting. Went to the store, be back later. Mom.. I'm so used to seeing Mom's neat handwriting on little notes. When I was little, she'd put little notes in my lunch box or leave them in my room just to say, 'I love you.' She still does those things. I'd hate to not see a little note on my pillow or in my back pack. I sigh and come back to reality. With my parents out of the house, it'll give me a chance to look at those papers some more. Eventually they'll know they're missing. I haven't figured out how I'm going to tell them. Hopefully Jett will be there with me. I always thought that things like this only happened in the movies. Guess I was wrong. Upon going to my room, I stop in the living room. I look at all the pictures of me and my parents. There are many on the wall and on the coffee tables. I then think of one of my favorite pictures. When I was a baby my dad was rocking me to sleep. And once I was asleep, he fell asleep too, and my mom took a picture of us napping. My dad keeps that picture at his office. It's his favorite too. I pull out the yearly photo album my mom has kept since her and my dad been together. I flip through the pictures of my parents in high school. I giggle at the picture when my dad had an afro. I glance through their wedding and their honeymoon. I then come to the year when I was born: 1985. Just a year after Jett was born. I then take a trip down memory lane as I look through the pictures. Coming to the end, I discover that my mom had already developed the pictures we took upon returning to Wilsted. I put the photo album away and head up to my room. I stand in the doorway and look around my room. I then pick up my other favorite picture. It is of my first trip to Disney World. My dad holding me and his arm around my mother. I step over to my closet and pull out my baby book. A lock of my hair. My foot and hand prints. Even the first picture I ever colored. I set down the book and pick up my first teddy bear. I remember my mom telling me that the first time she saw my dad cry was when I was born. And he went down to the gift shop and bought me this teddy. Mom never had anymore kids because she said she'd almost died when she had me. The real reason I know now is that she wasn't really able to conceive and adopted me when I was a baby. I cross over to my bed and pull the papers from under my mattress. I was hoping that these papers wouldn't have the year that they were pulled up. But they do. 1985. I flip through the papers and come across something I hadn't noticed the other day. "No," I say, shaking my head, "it can't be. There has to be some mistake." I stare at the words in horror. "Oh my...God." 'Why' is the only thing that comes to my mind. What did I do so wrong that I had to be put up for adoption? I am pulled from the papers at the sound of the doorbell. Probably Mom back with an armful of groceries. I head downstairs and answer the door. It's Jett. "Hey," He says, stepping in, "I came by to see if you're alright." I nod. "I'm fine." He knows I'm lying. "Did you find something else?" He asks. "I did." "And?" He probes. "I have a brother," I swallow hard to keep from crying, "...you."
Whaddya think? More? I guess I can. :*)