Chapter 17 - Alyssa

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"Alyssa! Come on! We're going to be late!" Randy shouted

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"Alyssa! Come on! We're going to be late!" Randy shouted. Randy's my adopted brother. I was adopted when I was a baby.


---Flashback---

(Alyssa's five years old)


"Mommy, why don't I look like Randy?" I asked.

"Honey, come here. I have something to tell you." she said.

"What is it?" I asked, as I crawled onto her lap.

"You're adopted."

"Who're my real parents?" I asked. I knew I wasn't the same as Randy. He looked like Mommy and Daddy, but I didn't.

"Pumpkin, even though you're not our biological daughter, we're your real parents." said Daddy, "Your biological parents aren't good people. They didn't want you, so we adopted you."

"We love you more than they ever would." Mommy said.

"Did I have any siblings? Did they love them, but not me?" I asked.

"That's a question for another day. Come on, let's go pick out tomorrow's outfit." Mommy said.


---Flashback--- 


"Alyssa! Are you even listening?" Randy shouted.

"Sorry! I'm coming!" I yelled back. We're on our way to a party. With the Socs. Even though I dress and look like a Soc. I'm not. I was born into a greaser family.


---Flashback---

(Alyssa's 10 years old)


"Mom, please tell me about my adopted family." I begged. I'd just turned ten. I was hoping she'd tell me something. Maybe it could be a birthday present.

"One question." she said.

"Um," I said. I wanted to think of the perfect question. I only had one. "Oh! Did I have any siblings?"

"Yes. an older brother and sister." she said.

"What are their names?" I asked.

"One question only." she said.

"Please?" I whispered.

"Their last name starts with a 'C'" she replied.

"Okay." From then on, I vowed to always write my name as 'Alyssa C. Adderson.' I wanted to have something to represent them.

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