Secrets
ÒOh no!Ó I exclaimed to myself. A project on your family history? I cannot do this!Ó I thought I said it quiet enough so not a soul could hear me, but I was wrong. The whole class heard me! ÒTerra, would you like to share something with the class?Ó My teacher Ms. Jamison asked me. ÒUmm, no maÕm.Ó I looked back down at my paper and all I could do was write my name and the date. Hopefully I wonÕt do that wrong.
ÒI am so excited for this project.Ó My best friend Alex said. ÒMe too! I mean. I will have to ask my folks a few things but it will be fine.Ó My other best friend Mason said. ÒYou guys I have a problem, every time I ask my parents about my family history, they always act like they canÕt hear me and then they change the subject.Ó I told them. After we talked about it for a while I tell them I should get home so I can try to get some answers.
ÒHey mom!Ó I say trying to hide the fact that I have to ask her, her least favorite question. ÒHey sweetie, ya hungry?Ó I shake my head. ÒMom can I ask you a question? Sure honey.Ó I am going to do it. ÒCan you tell me something about our family history?Ó I waited for an answer. ÒOh! I never asked you how school was.Ó She changed the subject. ÒNo mom, you canÕt change the subject I need a real answer itÕs for school.Ó I was so furious that I could scream! ÒIÕm sorry sweetie I just donÕt think youÕre ready.Ó Then she just walked away. So I called the only people I know that would help me. Alex and Mason.
ÒSo what are we doing exactly?Ó questioned Alex. ÒWe are finding any trace of TerraÕs familyÓ Mason answered. ÒOoooh, do we get to spy and stuff?Ó Alex questioned intrigued. ÒUmmm, sure? Yes!Ó With that we got to work on our spying adventure. ÒOkay I got all of our phones to check any recent emailsÓ I informed
ÒOkay letÕs get to work!Ó As we were working I noticed that our basement door was open. ÒItÕs not suppose to be open.Ó I quietly crept downstairs.
ÒI know but, I donÕt think sheÕs ready!Ó Someone said with a whisper-shout. I finally recognized the sound and it was my mom. Ò Could she be talking about me?Ó Hopefully, I did say that quiet enough to myself. I walked back upstairs as quiet as I could. My stairs are very old and they make a lot of noise. My foot touched the oldest spot on the stairs and made a big CCCRRREEEEAAAAKKKK sound. ÒHold onÓ I heard her say. ÒI think someone is coming.Ó I dash up the stairs like a cheetah, shut the door, and tell my friends to act natural.
ÒIs everything okay up here?Ó mom asks with suspicion. All of look at each other then I say, Òactually no things are not okay.Ó Mom looking shocked replies, ÒWell, whatÕs wrong?Ó My friends being by my side I felt the courage and said, ÒWhatÕs wrong is that you wonÕt tell me about my family history!Ó I continued yelling and crying.
ÒOkay I will tell you the truth. Twelve years ago when you were born, you were...put up for adoption. Not because your biological parents didnÕt love you but because they thought they were not good enough for you.Ó I had so many questions like who is my real mom and dad. Can I meet them? Why didnÕt you tell me before? I didnÕt ask her yet but I would soon, probably tomorrow. ÒWhoa youÕre adopted!Ó Alex shouted. They were so quiet I forgot they were here. You know you are to have a lot of new questions coming over your wayÓ Mason added. ÒI figured you would have lots of questionsÓ I joked.
Who knew a class project can would help me to discover myself. From that day forward, I asked my parents many questions about my biological parents. Each day that past I also get more grateful that such a great family took me in