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 Unknowing Adoptee 

  By: Michelle Bohling 

 Summary 

         My name is Annabeth, and this is my story . This is the story about how I discovered I was adopted, how I escaped the many people who tried to kill me and how I finally found my birth family. Also, how I found out I was a heiress to richest estates in the United States of America.

 Chapter 1

As I look at my reflection in the lake I always pass on my way to and from school every day, at my short dark brown hair, my light blue/gray hazel eyes, and my pale complexion. I look for any indication of my relation to those who I call family. I am of course denied that which I have longed for my entire life, for what I do not know. They have never told me I was adopted, yet I still feel as if I don’t belong here with these people I call family. On my way to the place I hope I don’t always have to call home, as I weave through all the people on Mass Street. I of course think of all the people who I have met through the years of my life, who seemed to care about me, my well being, and whom I call family. When I got home that night from a long day of realizations, that I might not even be related to these people inside this house I now look upon. As I look at the huge, bright red door, with etchings on the side, which I now realize are form my boredom and my irresponsible baby sitters leaving me outside for too long. When I go inside, I am overwhelmed by their positivity. I look at the people I have called “family” my whole life, at least that’s what it feels like. I asked them once if I was adopted, they just ignored my question as usual and asked how my day was. That is when I figured out I would never find anything out from them. They didn’t even wait for me to answer as usual, they just said “that’s nice dear”, and went about their business like usual, and didn’t even acknowledge my be there beside the table. So I go to the only room upstairs, the one I have shared with my twin sister ever since I had turned 15 and they had turned 13. Now that I am 17, I feel as if they are always crowding me. I tell myself that is just the teenage angst acting up again. As I think about my life, how I have lived with these people my entire life which makes me start to think of people who evidently did not want me enough to keep me. That makes me start to cry, which I don’t do very often anymore! To make sure no one can hear me downstairs and think they can come and ask why I am crying, I start to cry into my pillow being careful not to ruin my makeup.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">So I call the person who knows me the best: my best friend Samuel. We have been friends since in 4th grade at recess when I fought off some bullies who thought they were better than everyone else just because their parents where senators and ours where not. At least I was able to beat some since in to them. When you mess with my friends you will get a serious beating! So I tell Samuel everything that has happened to me in the past 7 hours, and he doesn’t completely freak out. This makes me think either he knew already or he thought it and just had not put all the pieces together yet. The next day Samuel and I are walking to lunch. Samuel pulls me aside and gives me as big a hug as his small arms could manage, which I just noticed had obtained some muscle. I hug him back and breathe in the usual Samuel smell, a little musty with a hint of mint and mango. This was unusual because, he never liked mango and mint together, but he knows that I always have. Which makes me wonder does he like me again? “This is not the time to be thinking about dating someone!” “This is the time to really find out if you where adopted or not.” As I tell myself this, I am amused as to how much I have not ever noticed about Samuel before.

<p style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Like his sandy blonde hair has highlights (natural I hope, if they are not that would mean he might be gay.) the way his golden locks have a little bit of a curl to them and that his green/brown hazel eyes have little golden flakes around the irises.

<p style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> That day after school, we walked to my house to talk about my little mishap. I sit on my bed thinking about my parents, who they might be, and why they were not able to take care of me. I also think of my life, as it is and how much I would change for the better if I did find my real parents. Finally, we exchange glances, and telling each other telepathically that we really should not be doing this, but we plunge into our research anyways. We always have been quite the rebels, but what we find is not pleasant, not pleasant at all! We find out that my parents had died 4 years back, and my only living relatives are my 21-year-old twin brother and sister. They both live in New York City and they are living in a hotel with the queen of Britain, because they are basically her other children; so it will basically be impossible to see them unless I plan on breaking into their rooms and basically kidnapping them. I live all the way in Santa Fe, New Mexico. In case you did not know, they are on two very separate ends of the universal state of beings. We actually find out their address, which is easier then you might think, especially when you have a computer genius like Samuel there to help you. We plan to meet outside our houses the next day and barrow (steal) his mom’s car, and travel to New York City (using the money I earned from all my summer jobs.) we will find my brother and sister, maybe a place to stay when I go off to college in the spring? Of course, we have to do this all in 3 weeks because, that is all I have money for; a trip there, 3 weeks there, and maybe a trip back. (Assuming the tickets will stay the same amount of money).

<p style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">The next morning we met outside my house as we usually do, but instead of walking to school, we walked to Samuel’s mom’s car as we think “maybe it is not such a good idea to steal their car!” at least that is what we thought then. You know us teenagers we are impulsive people. We head out to the airport in Samuel’s mom’s car (only because she will be more understanding then his dad).

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<p style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">As we get out of our car we are immediately surrounded by a herd of teenage girls pushing us to get out of the way, obviously waiting for some teen pop sensation to come out (do they not know they never come out the front they always go out the back, or so I thought.) a few seconds later Justin Bieber comes walking out the main door of the airport. He was actually shorter in person (I thought this wasn’t possible, because he is rather short in his music videos to begin with). We finally get through the herd of teenage girls and even some guys, when the girls start pulling on Justin’s shirt, and his body guard has to step in and end the signing of pretty much anything the teens can find or take off without breaking any laws. We laugh at all the sad faces and realize how many people look up to celebrities, and wonder if that is how it will be when I take my rightful place as royalty in New York City?

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<p style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">We finally get to the ticket register! We are getting our tickets for the 11:00 one way flight to Great Britain when out of nowhere some man comes up to me and grabs my hands asking me if I have seen his wife. This man looked like he was all kinds of drugged up (with glassy eyes and the worst breathe, even worse than anything you could imagine.)

<p style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">On the way to the terminal, I find a moment to look at Samuel, I mean really look at him, but I could not and would not think of Samuel the way I wanted to for 3 reasons. 1) We have been friends for too long. 2) What if we did not work out and or he did not like me the same way. 3) If it did work out, what if he found I was not the right girl for him, and he dumped me? Would we be able to be friends still? I just was not going to take that risk yet. We get on the plane and we find our seats, and we sit down. I lay my head on Samuel’s shoulder and we both fall asleep right there, like we were meant to be together. Yet, I still could not get rid of the feeling, as if someone was watching/fallowing us!

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<p style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-align:center;text-indent:.5in; line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"> <span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Chapter 2

<p style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">   My name is Annabeth, but everyone calls me Anna I am your average junior in high school, average height, weight and popularity.