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Sorry for any mistakes, I was really in a hurry to put this up...


Harry seemed to have gained back all his energy when we stepped out of the airport. He wouldn't stop running around. If it weren't for Paul, I would have left without him. I was way too tired to have to go running after him.

Paul called a cab for us, and I just managed t mumble out the address of the hotel before I fell asleep against Paul's shoulder.

When I woke up again, Paul was dragging me out of the cab and up the stairs of the hotel. I wanted to ask how he had managed to pay the cab driver, but that would take too much energy.

"Daniels?" I heard Paul say to who I was assuming was the front desk attendant.

"Of course. Room 213. Would you like help with your bags."

"No, thanks." Paul started to drag me away again. I really needed to open my eyes...

"Alright! Enjoy your stay!" She called after us.

I stumbled beside Paul for a couple more steps, before he picked me up and carried me the rest of the way to the room.

He set me down on a bed, and I heard a door click shut. I wanted to sleep, but now that Paul and Harry were both full of energy, it didn't seem like such a good idea to leave them unattended...

I couldn't help it though, I drifted off.

But it seemed like just minutes after I had finally fallen asleep, I heard something fall in the other room. My eyes snapped open immediately. If they were honestly destroying the hotel room already...

I rolled off the bed, landing with a thud on the floor. I groaned, but pulled myself to my feet.

"Paul?" I mumbled, opening the door. I squeezed my eyes shut at the sudden light.

"Oh, uh, hey Kell. Weren't you asleep?" I glared at him as my eyes adjusted to the light. Harry was sitting on the floor, glancing between Paul and I nervously. Paul wouldn't look at me.

I sighed.

"I was," I muttered, stepping towards Harry. He flinched. "What did you two break?" Paul feigned shock while Harry hung his head.

"Break? We didn't break anything!" I ignored Paul.

"Harry?" He cleared his throat, but didn't get up from the floor.

"Well you see, the thing is... It's all Paul's fault! He started it!" I shook my head at the both of them, pushing past Harry to look at the chipped vase behind him.

I wanted to ask what had happened, but I had more important things to do. Now that I had been woken up, I wasn't going to waste my day. Besides, it wasn't that bad... It could have been much worse.

"Forget it. We'll leave some money for it before we leave, okay?" Harry nodded, grateful that he wasn't in trouble.

"Or we could just go and buy some glue like I suggested..." I glared at Paul, but didn't say anything.

"What time is it?" I curled up in the middle of the couch, thinking.

"Four? I think... Why?" Paul sat down beside me. Harry stayed on the floor.

"We're going to go visit my grandparents," I informed them, getting up again.

"Now?" Harry whined, lying down on the floor. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, now. The faster we confirm I'm not related to them, the faster we can go home." Paul scoffed.

"You've got to be kidding... What're you gonna do? Knock on the door and hope they don't recognize you?" My eyes narrowed at him.

"Exactly, let's go." Paul threw his arms up in exasperation, but made no move to follow me.

"Wait, seriously?" Harry got up off the floor and stared at me. I nodded and walked towards the door. I glanced behind me when I got to the door.

Paul was still sitting on the couch, staring at me incredulously. Harry stood in the middle of the room, trying to decide on who to stay with.

I grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him out the door.

"If you're not going to come Paul, I'm sure we'll be fine on our own," I dragged Harry back down to the lobby, and I flagged down the first cab that came by.

I waited patiently for the elderly couple to get their stuff out of the cab and onto the curb. Harry and I were in the back seat before the cab driver could get back in his.

I told him the address before he could ask and then we were speeding down the streets of Belfast.

It was about an hour's drive, and honestly, when we stopped, I had no idea where we were.

The busy streets and crowds of tourists seemed to have disappeared. Seeming to be replaced by rolling fields, and huge farmlands. I couldn't look away from the grazing cows and running horses as we passed them. I'd never tell anyone, but being here made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It was a weird feeling I wasn't used to.

"This is it. Miss?" Harry handed the driver a couple of wadded up bills when I didn't respond. When had Paul slipped him that much money? "Much appreciated son." Then Harry pulled me out of the cab.

A farm. They lived on a farm. With cows, and goats and vegetable fields...

Harry dragged me to the gate and then to the front door. We stood there awkwardly for a minute while Harry waited for me to do something.

"Kells?" I stared up at him.

"Hm?"

"Aren't you going to knock?" I nodded, raising my hand slowly to knock softly on the wooden door.

We waited for a couple minutes, but no one opened the door. I was prepared to turn around and go back to Paul, when the door opened.

"Yes?" I froze, my throat seemed to be clogged up. I couldn't speak. Harry sighed.

"Hi. This is my sister Kelly. And well... I don't how to say this," Harry glanced at me then back at the elderly woman who had opened the door. She stared at me, just like I was staring at her. "But she's your granddaughter."

~MRS*SC~

She had invited us in immediately, making us sit in her living room while she went to find her husband. It'd been ten minutes.

"What's taking so long?" Harry stretched on the couch, his legs reaching under the little coffee table and appearing at the other side.

I shook my head at him. I'd noticed that there were all these pictures on the walls. Pictures of the old woman and who I was assuming was her husband.

And then there were pictures of a younger couple, some pictures were just of the man. He was pretty good looking, if you looked past the scar that ran through his left cheek.

In one picture, the couple held a baby.

There were pictures of a little girl everywhere. The girl in a crib, the girl chasing a goat, the girl plucking weeds, the girl sleeping, the girl running... She was everywhere.

"Kelly? You okay?" I nodded.

"Does that..." I pointed at the picture of the brown haired girl on a white pony. "Does she look like me?" I looked at Harry when he didn't answer for a couple of minutes.

"Kells..."

"Just tell me Harry." He frowned at the pictures.

"No one else could have eyes like that Kells." I sighed, I'd noticed that. The eyes were just like the eyes of the young woman. They were too unique to be repeated on anyone but family.

"Neala?" Harry and I both turned to face the back door. The old woman was back, but now she stood behind her husband.

"No," I muttered. "No, my name is Kelly. And this is my brother, Harry." He stared at me for a second before he looked at Harry.

"Your brother?" I nodded.

"We're not actually related..." Harry started, but I smacked his arm. The man's eyes lit up.

"So, why are you here?"

"I..." I frowned at him. He looked a lot like an older version on the young man in the photo... "I need to know who my parents are. I was found here in Belfast. In town. And six years later, someone from this address called us and claimed that they were my grandparents." I took a deep breath, realizing how ridiculous I sounded. "I'm sorry. We're wasting your time. Sorry for bothering you, we'll go now."

I grabbed Harry and towed him towards the door.

"Your mother used to do the exact same thing." I stopped, turning to face the woman.

"My mother?" She nodded.

"She'd ramble on for hours when she was nervous. Or scared." She took a step closer to me.

"Neala," The old man put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from coming any closer to me.

"Wait, Neala? So then, why did you call me...?" I stared at the woman questioningly.

She smiled.

"Do you see her eyes John? Those are her eyes." I looked at the man now, but he looked away, at the photos.

"They named you after my wife." The man looked back at me now, smiling. "You were just getting used to it when they..." His voice trailed off.

"Where are they? My parents. What happened to them?" John sighed.

"We have to tell her Nee." Neala nodded. She told Harry and I to sit back down. We did what she said immediately.

"Tell me what?" I asked. Neala and John stood in front of the fireplace across from us. John sighed, clasping and unclasping his hands together.

"Nea- Kelly." He frowned. "Have you ever heard of shape-shifters?"


Done ! Gah ?!

I hate school! I hate the new counselor, like I could kill her... It's the second week of school and only four of my eight classes have been sorted. Jeez, this is so ridiculously stressful... And sports haven't even started yet!

Anyway, enough ranting. I finally finished this... Don't expect the next chapter for a while though~ Grade eleven may prove to be very difficult...

Clarinetgoddess62: I love Ireland too! I want to go there one day... And next chapter for sure(:

zaymiller17: Hi! ^ ^ And don't worry, they're back ~

JustcallmeRiley: You ask odd questions... But okay!

1h2a34: That is cool! Awesome coincidence~ And no problem, I think...?

Stargazer1364: Yeeah, thug face.. I don't have one... I want to go there one day... After I'm done school. Maybe...

BrokenYetDreaming: Thank you~ Glad you liked it, and I was really hoping it would... I had a feeling that may seem a bit weird how he just follows her around.

PiperMcLean351: Why thank you, sarcasm is one of the languages I am fluent in. We will have to see what happened to her parents next chapter(:

Again, sorry for the super late update! I'll try and write during my free time during weekdays too, instead of just weekends...

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