A/N: Hey readers, I am so excited to post this Chapter. So here is Chapter 6, enjoy!

For some reason I was nervous, I don't know why, because I am known for being brave and never ever afraid of anything. I mean for crying out loud my name is Miracle Blue. Even though I am sweet, innocent, smart, responsible, and talented, I am also sometimes...impulsive and stubborn. It isn't the first time an incident that involved my "gifts" happened. This time it was different, it was out of control, and I couldn't control it. It's like my "gifts" can be a blessing and a curse. We are pulling up in the driveway, and my heart feels like it is going to burst.

My mom turns off the engine, and opens the door. I can hear her heels clomping onto the hard concrete floor. I slowly get out the car, just a few steps behind here. She doesn't say anything, as we head to the door. I'm guessing she has dropped the subject. When we get to the door, she fumbles to look for the keys in her purse. I keep telling her, that she needs to start cleaning out her purse, so she will be organized. She never listens to me, because her she is right now, trying to find keys that she could've found already, if she just cleaned out her purse.

She mumbles something that I don't catch at the moment. When she finally finds her keys, she looks at me and says: "Honey, we have a lot to talk about when we get inside." I know she probably doesn't want me to respond, because by the tone of her voice I can tell it is a statement not worth responding to. She fumbles to get the key inside the key hole, by the looks of her hands shaking rapidly, she is nervous. I hear a click, and she opens the door. I have a good feeling this is going to be some conversation. When I enter the door, I can feel the awkward silence in the air. My mom breaks the silence when she sees my dad, sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper.

"Honey, its time," she says.

My dad looks up from his reading, "Yeah I know we should've got rid of that door a long time ago an-"

"I'm not talking about the door." She hesitates before she says: "I'm talking about Miracle."

My dad looks puzzled, and is probably wondering what is my mom talking about.

"It's time." When she says it the second time, my dad completely gets what my mom is saying, I however, I am still confused.

I've been nervous for a lot of things. Like tests, dances, parties, competitions, but this...this was different. This was a different kind of nervous. I was more than nervous, I was terrified.

"Miracle, can you sit down please?"

I find a seat in the living room, my mom joins the couch with my dad. At first they start to whisper to each other, and I am thinking what in the world is this going. I couldn't take it anymore when I finally ask:

"What is going on?"

I can see the look of fear on their faces. I can also for some strange reason, could feel it.

"Honey," my mom says. "Can you explain to us what happened today at school?"

For a second, I just stare at them, not knowing how to even begin. I try to gather all of the words of today into my head.

"Well, it all began during school." I say. I start to tell the story beginning, and end. Without leaving out any details. I see the look shock, confused, and sadness all over their faces, as I tell the story. When I am finally done, I look up at them waiting for the next move.

"That's all," I say indicating to them that I am done, with my story. I stare at the floor. Still remembering all that has happened today. It was hard to tell the story again, but at the same time I felt relieved that at least somebody knows now. I look back up at my parents, waiting for them to saying something, anything.

"Honey," my mom finally says. "We have something to tell you."

I look at them with anticipation, waiting for them to keep going. My dad looks at my mom and ask:

"Did you tell her about the man?"

"Yeah, I told her a few details about it," my mom replies.

"Can you guys just please tell me what is going on?" I ask impatiently.

"Okay, well... I don't know how to say this, but I'm just going to come out and say it." I wait and wait for her to say it but the words never come out of her mouth. My dad took over from there, because I don't think my mom would've ever finished her sentence.

"What your mother is trying to say is that... is that you were..."

"I was..." trying to help my dad with the sentence.

"Miracle you were adopted." My dad finally says

It takes me a while for that word adopted to sink in. I wanted to burst out laughing, but seeing the look on their faces, I knew they weren't kidding, not even a little bit.

"You're kidding right?" I ask, even though I knew the answer. My parents just look at me in respond.

"No honey, we aren't joking." My dad says.

My mind literally goes blank. I don't know what to say at all. I'm hoping this is all just a dream that soon I will wake up, and none of this would've ever happened. But somewhere in my head, I knew this was only the beginning. I feel a rush of anger, sadness, and hurt. All of these emotions are just coming at me. It takes me a while to realize that both of my parents are looking at me, waiting for an answer.

"What are you saying?" I ask slowly.

"What we're saying dear, is that you were adopted by us." My mom says, joining into the conversation.

"You were abandoned by your parent, or parents. We still don't know to this day." My dad continues.

"We were taking a walk at the park, one night, when we heard a noise, sounded like a faint cry."

"We followed the noise, until we came across a tree. Under the tree we saw...you." My mom said.

"You were in a basket, with a blanket. The thing is, you weren't even crying. Just making sounds for amusement." My dad says.

The old me would've smiled and laughed, because it sounds like something I would probably do. That explains why I like the part, and feel a strong connection with it. But instead, I just watched and kept listening to the story.

"You had the bluest eyes, I had ever seen." My mom continues, "and when you saw us, you just stopped making the noises, and just stared at us, like you knew somehow, that everything was going to be okay."

"So you never met my parents?" I ask

"Unfortunately no." My dad says

"So we took you in, and the next day, you started to look different, like you were getting sick. Your skin was getting paler."

"We took you to the doctor, the next day." My mom said.

"He explained to us that you had a sickness, and you could die from it. The strange thing is, he didn't know what it was, and therefore no cure for it."

I thought back to when my mom always said that the doctor said it would be a Miracle if I didn't die.

"A couple of days later, you started to make extremely good progress." My dad said.

"Next thing you know, you were cured". My mom said with joy.

"Of course, that is when you got your name." My dad says.

My mom chuckles, "You proved that doctor wrong."

I think about all that is being said. I'm not their real daughter. I try to hold back tears. I had to be strong, for them.

"Honey, remember when I told you about the man?" My mom asked

"Yeah", I said." I remember."

"Well a couple of years later, he showed up at our house. He said that you were very special. We just talked and talked. We knew that it wasn't time. So he said, when the time is right, to let him know."

My mind tried to understand this. Time for what? Who was this man?

"Why haven't you guys told me any of this before?" I ask, anger and sadness in my voice.

"Because, you were too young, and we didn't want you to freak out." My dad says.

"Well what do you think I'm doing now!" I said.

"Honey, we know this is a lot for you to understand right now." My mom says.

"YEAH IT IS!" I say getting even more upset.

"Miracle Blue, don't talk your mother that way!" My dad says seriously. I ignore him, and continue:

"All my life, I've been blindsided by all of this!"

"Then there is some man who knows about my gifts, and wants to be contacted. WHAT IF HE CAN'T BE TRUSTED?" I say.

"I don't even know who my real parents are, and why did they give me away!"

"Yet, you guys have been hiding this from me all my life, and now tell me?!"

My parents just look at me; I can see my mom hurt. She looks as if she wants to cry.

"I know you're not our real daughter..." My dad says.

I tune the rest of him out; did he just say I'm not his real daughter?

"I'm not your real daughter? I ask in a sad whisper.

He immediately stops talking, and I can see the look of regret on his face.

"Sweetie, that's not what I meant."

For some reason, I knew this, but I just didn't want to accept it. His sentence just kept playing over and over in my head.

"I'm... not your daughter."

"Honey," my mom says "You know that isn't what he meant."

"So...my whole life has been a joke. THANKS ALOT!"

And with that, I storm up to my room. I hear them calling my name after me, but I just slam the door, and run to my bed. I start to cry, letting all the emotions out of me. Somewhere out there, I had a real mom and dad. Who didn't even want me. I don't even know if they are together or divorced. The biggest question of all was, Who am I? With hot tears, running down my face, I try to cancel the thoughts, as I went into a deep slumber.

A/N: That's it for Chapter 6, try to give me some feedback, remember I want your opinion! Chapter 7 to come soon. Don't forget to review. :)

-Sweetcheriblossom