3. Emily

This morning I actually woke with a feeling that today was going to be a good day, but apparently that all changed in biology class.

"What did she just say?" I ask Daniella but apparently she doesn't pay much attention and shrugs.

"Excuse me Ms. Anderson could you please repeat what you just said?" I ask.

"Sure. What I said was that if both your parents have blue eyes, then you will get blue eyes as well. It is not possible to get a child with brown eyes, unless at least one of your parents has brown eyes. If you have brown eyes and your parents don't you could be a mutation but that is none lileky. Do you understand Emily? "

I nod and my head keeps spinning. "Both my parents have blue eyes." I whisper to Daniella.

"So?"

"Didn't you hear what she just said?" I ask Daniella.

"Yes, but what does this have to do with anything." Clearly she is confused.

"Dani look at me." I tell her and she does as I say, and then her eyes go wide.

"Your eyes!"

"I know." My whole world was turning upside down. I had brown eyes, my parents had blue eyes, even Jeremy had blue eyes. A mutation I said, yes that must be it. But then it got me in to thinking. They didn't have any pictures of my mom being pregnant with me, or from the day I was born. With Jeremy they had almost taking a hundred pictures of my mom being pregnant, and at least a thousand from the day he was born. But they had none of me, either I was a mistake and he wasn't or.. I couldn't manage to say the words out loud. The accident 3 years ago, they needed blood for Jer AB negative, I said I would donate, but she said I wouldn't be a match, so my dad did it instead. How did she know? How could she know? Normally there would be 50 percent change. 50 that you get your moms and 50 that you get your dads blood type. But she said I wouldn't be, she didn't say I wasn't a match because I got hers, she said I wouldn't be. She knew I didn't match any of them.

I turn my head and look at Dani. "I'm adopted."

"You're what?" It felt like she screamed it in to my head, like I was some freak from outer space, but it was only my imagination. She had been whispering it, so that only I could hear it.

I nod and tears begin to fall from my eyes.

"Hey it's okay." She tells me and wraps her arm around me, but it is not okay, it's not okay at all.

When we leave the classroom both Matt and Troy come and give me a hug, because they can see I've been crying. "What's wrong?" Troy asks being concerned for me.

I shake my head. "I don't want to talk about it." I see him looking at Dani for an answer, but she shakes her head as if she doesn't know.

"But you're okay right?" Matt asks and I shrug. Luckily it was the last period for today, so I leave them confused to find Jeremy. When I see Jeremy he's talking to Kyle, but I just grab him by the arm and drag him with me. "Let go of me!" He screams and gets out of my grib. "What is wrong with you?" He yells at me, and I don't respond.

Kyle comes over and gives us both a confused look. "Emily are you okay?"

"Of course she is!" Jeremy says. "She's just PMS and thinks it's okay to treat people like crab because she's a senior."

That does it for me and I storm out to my car, I don't know if either one said anything after that. But I can hear footsteps following, and right now I can't manage to hold back my tears.

"Em what the hell is going on!" Jer screams again, but I don't give him an answer, I just get in the car and so does he, and all the way home there is silence until I storm in to the living room find the first picture I believe has ever been taking of me and turn to my mom. Both her and Jeremy are looking at me confused.

I place the picture on the table in front of her. "That's the first picture that has ever been taking of me isn't it?"

"Yes, sweetie what's going on?"

I don't answer her question but ask another one myself. "And how old am I in this picture?"

She shrugs. "I think about a month. Why?"

"You have no pictures of me before that, that's why. No pictures of you being pregnant with me, no pictures of my birth."

"We didn't have a camera at that time." She says but I know she's lying.

"No? And you're just wearing contacts that's why our eyes doesn't match either, right?" I say sarcastically.

"Em, I think you should sit down." She tells me and I shake my head.

"Emily, don't do this." Jeremy says and I scream at him not to get involved.

"My blood didn't match Jers' which means it doesn't match dads', it doesn't match yours either does it?"

She shakes her head and begins to cry. She rests her head in her hands.

"What did you do?" Jeremy asks me and sits next to mom, to comfort her, apparently he doesn't understand.

"I'M ADOPTED! Isn't that right mom?" I ask and a small yes comes out of her.

Jeremy looks confused at both of us.

"Why mom? Why didn't you tell me?" I ask her crying.

"Because we didn't want to hurt you and we didn't want you to feel like we loved you less because of that."

"How do you think I'm feeling now mom? You used to tell me I was special because I had brown eyes and not blue, now I understand how right you were!"

"Hon you are still special to us."

"Yeah because I'm different, because I don't fit in to this family. I always felt different, but I never thought I was this right. You should have told me!"

"I know sweetie. But you are our child and we love you just as much as we love Jeremy."

"But I'm not am I?"

She cries harder. I know I'm being mean to her, but how could she hide something like this to me all these years. I'm furious.

"Why I need to know why?"

"Because we wanted you in our lives. We wanted a child and when we couldn't have any.." I cut her off. "But Jer?"

"They had said I wasn't able to have children, but it took us a long time before they came to that conclusion. So we kept trying, and it wasn't until we stopped that it actually happened. The doctors called it a miracle."

Jeremy smiled at her, but that made me feel even worse. "And what was I? A girl you were stuck with, who you couldn't get rid of?"

She shook her head and walked over to me. "No sweetie, you are our child and we love you, God just blessed us with another one as well."

I took a step back. I knew they loved me that they always had, but I kept thinking that maybe the reason for why they hadn't said anything to me, was because they were afraid it would hurt them, instead of me. At least until now they had been able to pretend I was their 'real' child, but now they finally have to face the fact that I aren't. Which I think is something they have a hard time dealing with.

I run upstairs and I hear both Jeremy and my mom mumble a 'I'm sorry.'