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 Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 10:58 am
The Real Me Summary:Fourteen years ago two babies were born, one survived, one didn't. The one that did has been living a lie and he's done. Matthew Owens is out to find out the truth behind where he came from and maybe find the family he always belonged with. Rating:T for Teen Rating Reason:Swearing and maybe future stuff I might come up with not suitable for young readers By:Josephine Kiriyyu
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 11:06 am
Prologue It was all a haze. Meredith Reese remembered going into labor, she remembered giving birth to a son, but everything went black after that... now she was in the hospital, outside the nursery, her dead child in her arms. She looked down at the small, lifeless boy in her arm and then up to the squirming, hours old children in the clear plastic cribs. She looked around at the empty hallway and slipped into the room. The nurse there had left to use the restroom, so she didn't much time. She went to the first boy she saw and took the small boy from his spot, replacing him with the dead infant in her arms. She carefully slipped the bracelet off of Matthew Andrew Jonas' arm and onto the arm of her boy.
"They won't miss you much little one," she cooed to the whining infant in her arms. She kissed his forehead and walked out into the hallway, acting the part of a patient. She walked through the halls of the maturnity ward, hiding when she heard someone coming. She pressed herself against the wall, praying the baby wouldn't cry.
From her hiding place, she soon saw that the someone she had heard, was a solmn looking doctor, making his way into a patient's room. This sparked curiosity in Meredith. When she was sure the doctor was in the room and no one was around to see her, she slunk over to the room's doorway, and peeked around the corner. Inside, was a dark haired woman, and a dark haired man with glasses, the woman's husband. They both looked at the doctor, waiting for him to speak. "Mr. and Mrs. Jonas, I have some bad, actually horrible, news," the doctor began. Meredith's stomach flipped. Mr. and Mrs. Jonas? It's okay Meredith, maybe there's two Jonas families that had a baby. She thought.
The doctor began speaking again. "It seems, your son Matthew, has died." Denise, the woman, covered her mouth as her eyes widened with shock.
"He couldn't have died, you said he was one of the healthiest babies you've seen," Paul, the husband, doubted.
"Well, the nurse in the nursery came back from a bathroom break, and Matthew wasn't moving or breathing. She performed CPR, but he was already gone."
Denise began to sob. It pained Meredith to see this stranger mourning. She understood how this woman felt, but she couldn't put Matthew back, it was too late, they thought he was dead, and if she tried to return him, she'd be arrested for kidnapping. But she couldn't keep him either, the guilt would eat her alive. There was only one solution. ~ "Can I help you ma'am?" Megan Scotts asked. She was volunteering at the Sunny Brook Orphanage, it was late, and a woman had just entered the main office. Megan noticed she was carrying a small bundle of raggy blankets. The woman stepped toward Megan, and spoke in a raspy voice, "I'm putting my... s-son up for adoption."
"Okay," Megan smiled, trying to her best to be curtious. She grabbed a form off one of the desks. "You'll have to fill this out."
"No, no forms! I want a closed adoption!"
"You'll still have to fill this out."
The woman shook her head. Holding the bundle in one arm, she plunged her free hand into on of her pockets, pulling out a folded up piece of paper. The woman shoved the bundle and folded paper into Megan's arms. "Don't try to contact any of the people on that paper," the woman warned. After that, she ran from the building.
Megan stood in the middle of the office, staring at the door the woman had run through. She was pulled from her thoughts when the bundle of blankets started squirming. She moved some of the blankets, and saw the small face of a day old baby. She looked into his big, brown eyes, and when he yawned, she couldn't help but go, "Awww."
"Hey buddy, do you have a name?" She asked, as if he would answer. She laid him down on the desk and unfolded the piece of paper. It was a birth certificate. "Well, your first name's Matthew, and your middle name's Andrew, and your last name doesn't matter, 'cause you'll get a new one when you get adopted."
Megan carried the small boy to the orphanage's nursery and placed him in an empty crib. When she returned to the office, she picked up the phone, dialed a number, and waited for someone to answer. "Mrs. Owens? Yes, this is Megan Scotts from Sunny Brook Orphanage. Can you come in tomorrow? I have a child for you to see." ~ After a few days of recovery, Paul brought Denise home. They were greeted by their three sons; Joseph who was four years old, Nicholas who was one year old, and Paul Jr. who was six. They were also welcomed by Paul's mother, who was holding Nicholas. "Mommy! Daddy! Where's my new baby brudder?" Joseph asked. Paul looked at his mother, who seemed to read his mind.
"Joey, Kevin, why don't you guys help me put Nicky down for his nap?" Grandma Jonas said, changing the subject. With their short six and four year olds' attention spans, they forgot all about the new brother that should've been with their parents, and went with their grandmother.
Then there was the funeral. The day Paul and Denise would get to say goodbye to Matthew for the last time. Nicholas, Joseph, and Paul Jr. had no idea why they, and everyone around them, were dressed in black, or why their parents were crying. As the small coffin containing Matthew was lowered into the grave, Paul pulled his oldest son off to the side.
"Kevin," Paul addressed him using his middle name.
"Yes daddy?" Kevin asked.
"Do you know why we're here?"
"No. Where's my brother? Mommy came home from the doctor's a long time ago, but our new brother hasn't." Paul and Denise hadn't told the boys that Matthew had died, they didn't know how to explain it. "Well, this in your brother's funeral. Matthew died a little while after he was born. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, God took Matthew's soul up to Heaven."
"Well, this hurts your mother and I so much, that he don't want to speak about Matthew ever again."
"What?"
"You are forbidden to talk about Matthew ever again. You can never tell Joseph and Nicholas they had another brother. You can't remind anyone of him... it, it just hurts too much." Both Pauls were on the verge of tears.
"Okay daddy."
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 5:55 pm
I promise I'll delete this after wards.
But I have to say.
I went d'awwwww when I read this.
It's a very interesting idea. 3nodding
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 6:01 pm
Music--n--Love--4-Life I promise I'll delete this after wards.
But I have to say.
I went d'awwwww when I read this.
It's a very interesting idea. 3nodding you don't have you delete it! i like getting comments on my work! 4laugh
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 6:09 pm
Josephine Kiriyyu you don't have you delete it! i like getting comments on my work! 4laugh
Okie Dokes.
But yeah, this is great. An interesting one at that. biggrin
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 10:41 am
Chapter One Fourteen years later...
Matthew Owens loved his bed, he loved the warm pocket he created with his red sheets and blankets. He loved how they smelled like lavender, especially when his mother had just washed them. The only thing Matt didn't like was the the alarm clock less than three feet from his head. That alarm clock nearly deafened him every morning because when he would fix it to be quieter, his dad would turn around and make it louder. That morning the screeching alarm went off and Matt just groaned, hitting the snooze button. A few minutes later the door opened.
"Matthew you need to wake up or you're going to be late." His mother called through the doorway. Matthew groaned and rolled over, past the edge of the bed sending him on the floor, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the table.
"I'm up." He muttered, trying to untangle himself from his sheets. Matt managed to get himself untangled and stood up going to attempt to get dressed. He picked up a clean pair of boxers and some... possibly clean jeans. They passed the smell test at least. A bit of digging produced a clean shirt too. As he started to walk out he paused at a mirror and checked himself out. Short dark hair, as soon as he got to the bathroom he'd be fixing his hair into it's usual faux-hawk.
Matt made his way to the bathroom and looked in the mirror with a grimace. He had a zit forming and it looked like it could be a bad one. He brushed his teeth and ran a bit of gel into his hair before putting a dab of zit cream on, rubbing it in. Finally he walked out of the bathroom and down to the kitchen where his mom was waiting.
"Finally. I was starting to think I'd have to come up and drag you out of bed." His mother smiled at him.
Matt shrugged, still in a state of half sleep and grabbed a package of poptarts from the cabinet and went to get his back pack so he wouldn't miss the bus. He had stayed up most of the night before texting with his best friend and writing a song that had lodged itself in his brain and just wouldn't let go.
He got ideas like that a lot. Little song ideas that implanted themselves and then would not stop bugging him until he got it down on paper, he wouldn't be able to sleep, that melody or the song lines would play over and over and over again. ~ Matt walked down the street to his bus stop and hefted his bag over his shoulder and leaned against the cold metal of the stop sign, unwrapping his poptarts and waiting. The old yellow bus made it's way over to the stop and the breaks squeaked to a halt. Matt climbed up the stairs and went straight to his usual seat, next to his best friend Lucas Moore. Matt took a bite out of his poptart. Lucas barely acknowledged him, simply grunting and continuing to play his Nintendo DS. Matt didn't even have to ask what game. It was definitely one of the Pokemon games. Lucas was a Pokemon addict, from the time it came on in America to this very day, his life was consumed by the little pocket monsters.
As most busses do, the George Custer High bus had a hierarchy of seating. The nerds sat in the front, they were the ones who read books and... played Pokemon... in the mornings. In the middle were the kids trying to get some sleep before school and in the back were the popular kids, loud and annoying, the young popular kids that didn't have their own cars. This included several freshmen football players that liked to think they were really cool so everything they said had to be yelled. Cole Anderson was going on about something he'd see on TV about guys eating worms and Amanda and Christy were screeching about how gross it was, because they thought their screaming was cute and not annoying.
It was a long, painfully loud twenty minute bus drive to the school and they let them all off the bus. Matt pushed his way through the crowd with Lucas behind him, turning off his game and shoving it into his pocket.
"Hey Matt." He said as if just realizing his friend was there, it was the same thing that happened every day though.
"Hey Lucas." Matt smiled at his best friend.
"So can you tell me why my ears are ringing?" When Lucas got into his games there was nothing on the planet that could get him out of it, other than his mother's voice, but Mrs. Moore's voice could wake the dead.
"They were speaking in dog whistles again." Matt smiled. Lucas laughed and they hurried into the school. The students in the hall were loud and crazy, gathering into groups, making walking through the hall a very difficult activity. It was a talent that took a lot of grace to manage to work one's way around the groups. Unfortunately Matt Owens had the grace of a half blind giant and bumped people trying to get past them in the hall.
After apologizing for the sixteenth time Matt got to his locker and twisted in the combination. Less then five feet away Cole and his girlfriend Tammi were making out and, it seemed, trying to turn two separate beings into one with how close they were pressed. He watched them a moment with a frown, quickly turning to his locker when Cole glanced over at him.
He looked at Matt with a glare.
"What Owens? Never seen a real man kiss a woman?" The first thing that came to Matt's mind was 'actually yes since you do this next to my locker every single day' but all he did was shrugged and grab his book from his locker intending to leave. Cole just laughed cruelly. "I bet he's never even seen a real woman outside of school."
Tammi giggled and pulled Cole back over, saving Matt from having to say anything. He closed his locker and quickly walked away.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 10:20 pm
Chapter Two The day was pretty typical, he went to class, got virtually ignored, then he'd go to the next class. It wasn't until History that it got interesting in the least. Miss Burch spent most of the class lecturing and Matt worked on song lyrics, but towards the end of class she paused, turning to look at them.
"You know, we talk a lot about American history, but we all have our own personal history right?" Matt looked up from his paper and blinked.
"Your assignment, which we'll be working on for the next two weeks, it to put together your personal history. I want everything from the day you were born, where you were born, you while you were growing up and pictures. Remember the better the presentation, the better your grade."
Matt thought about that as the bell rang. He gathered up his stuff and headed out into the hall.
One more class and he got to go home. Lucky for him his last class was his favorite. He hurried to his Music class and found Lucas already there with his game out. Mr. Trohman was a young teacher and very relaxed with his class, especially this one. To be in his advanced calls they had to audition and only the best got in. Well, the best and Amanda, who's parents threatened to sue the school for their daughter's mental anguish when their little girl found out she was not the next Britney Spears.
"Alright, Mr. Moore put away the game and lets get started. Okay before we get into playing out own music let's talk about some of our influences. Some of the greatest bands of all time."
Matt thought about it, what was his favorite band ever? There the the obvious ones, the Beatles, and things like that but he wasn't sure they were his favorite of all time. Of course the first hand that shot up belonged to Amanda.
"The best band of all time is obviously the Jonas Brothers." There was a collective groan and Mr. Trohman smiled.
"That's enough guys. Okay Amanda, why are the Jonas Brothers the best band of all time?"
Amanda looked thoughtful for a moment then opened her mouth.
"Because they write their own music."
"A lot of bands write their own music Amanda." Lucas pointed out.
"Well they're really hot and really talented too. Joe's voice is like... ugh!"
"Amanda, 'Ugh' is not a proper adjective." Mr. Trohman said.
"Their lyrics are great."
"They're ho-hum. It's always about the same things and none of them can sing that well." Casey Lawrence said from her seat in the back.
"Alright Casey, who do you like?"
"Alesana." She answered her black painted lips curling into a smile. Most of the others just blinked in confusion.
"Okay then." Mr. Trohman shook his head. "Matt, what about you?"
"Umm." Matt was a bit surprised to be put on the spot. "I umm... I like Fall Out Boy..."
"Okay, why do you like Fall Out boy?"
"Uh... well, their lyrics are also great, as Amanda said about the Jo Hoes, but better than theirs. And their music is awesome, and their guitar riffs."
"And they pretty much rock out loud." Lucas added. The class laughed and Mr. Trohman went on to other people before he declared it time to play.
Matt got out his guitar and placed it on his lap, tuning it quickly. Lucas was at his keyboard, just messing around, playing the Pokemon theme song. Matt smiled and shook his head at his best friend and after a moment started singing along.
"I wanna be, the very best, like no one ever was
to catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause."
Amanda looked over at them, looking thoughtful.
"You sing?" One of the others asked. Matt shrugged then nodded, he didn't do a lot of singing in class, they had enough singers and he didn't feel like he should add to it.
"You sound like the Jonas Brothers." Amanda chirped. "Or the Jo Hoes." She glared. Matt frowned and looked at Lucas, who had always said he sounded like Patrick Stump. Lucas shrugged.
"I don't listen to the Jonas brothers."
Amanda mad an annoyed sound and walked over to her backpack, pulling out her iPod and putting it in the iDeck that Mr. Trohman had. She played the song 'When You Look Me In the Eyes' about halfway through and, sure enough it sounded like Matt's voice would meld in perfectly.
"Should I stop singing?" Matt asked Lucas, half joking.
"Yes actually, I think you should." Lucas nodded then smiled. Amanada just scoffed and turned.
"You are such dorks." She said, leaving the two friends confused. The boys shrugged and Mr. Trohman came back in, ready to work. AP Music was always a fun class, mostly because there was a lot of joking and messing around but at the end of the day, they did what needed to be done and were really good. ~ After the class Matt started out to his locker, finding Cole and his girlfriend again. He rolled his eyes, opening the locker and getting his Math book. He was taking his guitar home so he had to walk, the bus driver did not allow people to bring instruments on the bus, which made sense so he was left to walk. He headed out, putting in his ear buds and turning up his music. The walk took all of ten minutes with the high voltage music to move with. He pushed open the door, pulling out his ear buds.
"Mom, I'm home!" He yelled. Katherine Owens walked out of the kitchen to find her son, unloading his bags and stuff.
"Matthew Owens, if you leave all that in the middle of the hall it'll be the last mistake you make." Matt looked at his mom and smiled. Nate came running down the stairs and bumped his brother, nearly knocking him into the wall.
"Nathan." Katherine scolded as Matt caught himself. Nate just laughed and went to the kitchen, grabbing an apple.
"Nate, you have dishes to do and Matt you need to get your stuff out of the living room, your father and I have friends coming over tonight."
Matt rolled his eyes and took his stuff up to his room. He put his guitar on the bed and opened it up looking down at it. He loved his guitar, it was his most prized possession. He reached down and ran his fingers over the strings and then went to drop his bag.
"Matthew!" Katherine Called.
"Coming!" Matt walked back down the stairs and to the living room.
Sitting on the table was Matt's song writing stuff, he had a thesaurus and a notebook and everything else. He went and grabbed it all to take upstairs. The door opened and his sisters came in as loud as always.
"Mom! Tell Hannah that when I am talking to someone she can't interrupt."
"She's just mad because she was talking to James" Hannah Beth sighed and fluttered her eye lashes.
"Who the hell is James?"
"Nathan, language. Hannah Beth, do not bug your sister, because trust me, it'll come back to bite you in the butt when you're trying to talk to guys." Hannah just made a face as her mother walked past to straighten things up.
"Mom, what friends are coming over that haven't seen our house much worse than this?" Matt asked.
"No one you know, old friends from high school." Katherine smiled. Matt and Nate looked at each other and shrugged it off. Katherine and David Owens were a touch odd at times and they were use to it by now.
"I'm going to work on dinner, boys, homework."
"Mom, it's Friday." Nate complained.
"Homework."
Matt didn't argue, just ran up to his room and tossed his stuff on the bed by his guitar. Matt went to sit at his desk and work on homework, he wasn't going to let his parent's craziness get to him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 10:11 am
Lookin' Good So far.
Keep up the good work.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 2:00 pm
Chapter Three About an hour into working he heard the door open and his mother talking to someone, greeting them happily. After a few minutes she yelled up the stairs for all four of them. Matt sighed and put down his calculator, getting up and heading out, nearly running into Nate who turned and gently shoved him.
"Watch it runt." He said before smiling and heading down the stairs. Matt went down next, followed by Hannah Beth and Jamie. Standing at the front door were two adults, evidently Katherine and David's high school friends. "Kids, say hi." Mrs. Owens instructed. They each said hello to their guests, and Jamie turned to go back upstairs. "Jamie, dinner is ready." Katherine said. Jamie sighed and turned instead to the dining room, the others followed, sitting down. They all took their seats and Katherine brought in dinner.
Little Hannah Beth looked up at one of the guests. "How do you know mommy and daddy?" She asked. The man looked down at her, and chuckled.
"We went to high school together."
"Are you a murderer?" The girl asked next. Best role model in the world, Nate, had been telling his baby sister about murderers again.Catherine looked at Hannah Beth with wide eyes.
"Hannah Beth, of course not." The friends just laughed lightly and the woman shook her head.
"No, I'm afraid we're not nearly that interesting." Matt looked at them with a frown. Yes, encourage the girl's murderer obsession. The dinner conversation was pretty normal. Nate had gotten another Saturday detention, and was one grade away from being kicked off the wrestling team. Hannah Beth was learning how to multiply in math, and was getting to pet-sit the class hamster next weekend. Jamie was trying-out for the school musical, Grease, and was getting a solo in the next school choir concert.
"What about you Matthew? How are you doing in school?" The man asked, twirling the spaghetti around his fork. Matt looked at the man and shrugged.
"Alright." He wasn't a genius like Jamie, but he wasn't an idiot-slash-juvenile delinquent like Nate. He was just average, except it Music, he was a genius in there.
"Oh come on, you have to have more to say about it then that."
"Tell them about Music Class." David prompted. Matt looked at him then back at the friends.
"That's great. Mr. Trohman teaches us more than just classical, we learn actually good music. It's the best class ever." He said excitedly with the spark he only had when talking about music and that class.
"So you really like it?"
"Yeah, it's what gets me through the day." Without it, Matt would probably go Britney Spears on everyone, actually, Britney Spears and Lindsey Lohan. "Matt is quiet the musician." Katherine praised. Thank you for fitting my entire personality into two words. Matt thought to himself as he chewed his mouthful of garlic bread. He didn't mind it though, he found most people could really be summed up in a couple of words.
"Oh, well maybe you can play us something tonight." The woman said with a smile. Matt looked up her, his eyes actually widening. A smile graced his lips. He loved performing for crowds, it was like it was in his blood. "I'd love to."
"Geek." Nate tried to hide with a cough.
"Nathan." Katherine said in warning. Nate just smirked and went back to shoveling food down his gob.
"I wanna hear Matty play." Hannah Beth said. Matt smiled at his little sister.
"I'd like to hear him too." David said encouragingly.
"Looks like we're getting some live entertainment." The man grinned.
They all quickly finished their meal and decided to listen to Matt play before dessert. They all waited while Matt went to get his guitar and by the time he came back down they were all spread about the family room waiting for him.
He sat down, adjusting his guitar and playing. Everyone, even Nate, was transfixed as his fingers ran along, strumming the strings. The melody flowed from his guitar throughout the room. He started humming along, thinking the words that went along with the music.
He hummed a bit thinking,
"Oohoohohoh." He was trying to think of the perfect song but all that came to mind was the Jonas brothers song that Amanda had played. So, he sang that.
"If the heart is always searching,
Can you ever find a home?
I've been looking for that someone,
I'll never make it on my own.
Dreams can't take the place of loving you,
There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true
When you look me in the eyes,
And tell me that you love me.
Everything's alright,
When you're right here by my side.
When you look me in the eyes,
I catch a glimpse of heaven.
I find my paradise,
When you look me in the eyes."
He went through the whole song, surprised he remembered the words. He hadn't really ever learned it, he was just really good at remembering lyrics and chords, he always had been it was just something he was good at. As he finished, the adults and Hannah Beth applauded. Nate had fallen asleep, and Jamie was staring at Matt, making him uncomfortable.Katherine reached over to shake Nate awake and he let out a long yawn.
"Since when do you play Jonas Brother Songs?" Jamie asked. Nate laughed.
"You played a Jonas Brother song?"
Matt glared at Nate. He scratched the back of his head, even though it didn't itch, and thought about how to explain himself. "Well, today in music, a girl played that song on her iPod, and it got stuck in my head."
"It was very beautiful, Matthew." The woman complemented.
"Alright, dessert time." Katherine said, going into the kitchen to plate up the pie before bringing it all out.
"This is really good mom." Matt said, slowly chewing his pie. Katherine smiled.
"Thank you honey." Nate rolled his eyes and took another huge bite. After they had all finished, Jamie took the plates to the kitchen.
"Okay guys, head back upstairs finish your homework." Katherine said. The kids nodded, then went stampeding upstairs. Matt went into his room, picking his calculator back up and sitting at his desk. He bit his lip, looking over the remaining problems.
Downstairs the four adults were talking in hushed voices, they were keeping quiet so the kids couldn't hear the conversation.
"Well I must admit Mrs. Owens, all four of them seem very happy."
"David and I treat them as if they were our own flesh and blood." Katherine said.
Nate didn't do homework. He decided to sneak downstairs to get some leftover pie. He froze when he heard his mom saw, 'As if they were our own flesh and blood.'
"Yes, well we're quite happy with what we see, they all seem to be happy healthy kids. We're not use to parents taking in this many and making sure they're all this well cared for." The woman said. "Same time next year?" She asked, standing up.
David nodded. "Of course."
"What the hell...?" Nate muttered. He put the pieces together. Not their flesh and blood? Parents taking this many in? "Great we'll just take this back to the offices and it'll all be fine." He said, walking to the door and heading out. Nate stood up and walked to his brother's room, knocking on the door.
"Come in." Matt called from his desk chair. Nate rushed in, shutting the door. "Dude! We're adopted!" Matt looked at his brother like a lobster was crawling out his ear.
"I'm serious!" Nate cried.
"Yeah, you tried this one before. I was six, it was a very weird and sad week. You can't recycle this kind of thing Nate."
"Matt shut the hell up and listen to me." Nate insisted. Matt rolled his eyes and went back to his homework. Why does he still try these kind of things? Matt thought. Suddenly someone was shaking his shoulders.
"Nate! Cut it out! We aren't adopted!" Matt shouted.
"I heard mom and dad talking to their 'high school friends' they were talking about how we were adjusting and taking us in and how they treated us like flesh and blood." Nate said, trying to get his younger brother to understand.
"That would be because we are." Matt shrugged.
"Matt, haven't ever noticed how none of us look even a little alike? I'm blonde, you have black hair. I have blue eyes, you've got brown." Now that Nate mentioned it...
"No, we're blood brothers, and mom and dad are our biological parents."
"What about the fact that mom and dad have 'old friends' visiting about the same time every year? I don't think they're friends at all, I think they're like... social workers or something." Nate insisted.
"Dude, do you really think mom and dad would lie to us about it? You probably just heard wrong. There's no way we could be adopted." Matt said turning back to his work. Nate thought about that.
"Okay, yeah but... I just think it's really suspicious..."
"We're not adopted." Matt repeated. Nate turned and walked out of the room without saying goodbye, the idea of them being adopted still running through his mind.
Adopted, ha! Impossible. Matt scoffed in his mind. He finished his math homework, and tried to remember if he had anymore work. There was the history project.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 4:37 pm
Aha! I knew I was waiting for something.
Doing great. (:
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 4:38 pm
Chapter Four Matt had decided to save his history project for the morning and as soon as he woke up he got started, knowing it would take a while. He got out old photo albums, and had picked out some stuff from that. He was digging through baby pictures when the door opened and his mom walked in.
"Good morning hun, what're you doing?" Katherine asked, eyeing the baby pictures.
"It's a project for history. We have to research our personal history, from birth and on." Matt shuffled through the pictures. "Mom, where was I born?"
Katherine faltered before answering, as his birth hospital had been on the adoption forms. "A hospital in New Jersey." She answered. "Wyckoff." She said.
"Why aren't there any pitcures of me in the hospital? Lucas said he found a ton of those."
"We didn't have the camera with us, you were quite the surprise." Katherine smiled. Matt nodded. He picked up and picture of his mom holding him as a baby. Even then, they looked unrelated, but Matt had never really noticed, since what Nate had said the night before. "So, you're saying, I came early? I was premature?"
"Not really, you came about three days before your due date, your father and I had gone to one last dinner, Nate was with a sitter, and during dinner my water broke and you came pretty fast." Katherine said.
"Oh..." Matt said. He found a picture of a young woman holding him, smiling. She was wearing a t-shirt with the words: SUNNY BROOK ORPHANAGE, on it. "Mom, who's this?" Katherine looked at the picture and did a double take.
"Oh, that was an old friend of ours. She came over just so excited to see you." She lied, reaching to take the picture. Matt pulled it from his mother's reach. "That shirt? What's that about?" This was getting weird; last night his brother tells him he has a suspicion that they're adopted, then he finds a picture of someone with a shirt that says orphanage holding him.
"She volunteered at Sunny Brook Orphanage." She shrugged. "What's with all the questions?"
Matt shook his head. "Nothing... just something Nate said last night." Katherine put an arm around her son.
"What did Nate say last night?" Matt shrugged.
"He was just being Nate." He said, not wanting to bring it up, he was almost afraid of how his mother would react to it. Katherine patted his back.
"If there's anything you need for your project, just come to me or your dad." Matt nodded and Katherine walked out. ~ After about an hour of work, he got up and went to the attic, where he knew his parents kept a lot of things from when they were little. He looked around the dust covered room. Pretty much the only time anyone came up here was to get the Christmas decorations and to put them back after the New Year. Matt started snooping around. He found some of Hannah Beth and Jamie's baby clothes in a trunk that seemed to be filled to the brim with baby crap.
He knew he was getting close, he kept going and finally he found it, his trunk full of baby clothes and other things. Since his parents had only girls after him his baby clothes hadn't been handed down. He dug through and trunk and pulled out a couple of things, just old drawings from preschool and the like and was about to close it when the lining of the lid fell out. He stopped, looking at it.
"Oh crap." He muttered. Going to put it back, but noticed papers that had been hidden behind it. Matt picked up the papers, skimming them. Then, he saw it, the word: ADOPTION. His heart stopped. He read through it, reading about how a little boy named Matthew Andrew had been left at the oprhanage by an unnamed woman, he had been adopted by David and Katherine Owens. That couldn't have been him though it... just couldn't... Nate couldn't have been right for once. If that was true, Hell would be freezing over at this moment and pigs would be flying through town.
Matt put the papers with the rest of his stuff that he was taking downstairs, replaced the lining from the trunk and closed it, hurrying back to his room, calling Lucas. His ringback tone played, the Pokemon theme song. Usually, Matt would've rolled his eyes, but today was different. "C'mon, pick up!" His heart was racing.
"Yello, Lucas here."
"Hey Luke, I need you to come over... now." Matt said.
"Umm..."
"Lucas, put down the Pokemon game, I need you now."
"Yeah, right, Okay Matt I'll be there in like... ten... fifteen minutes." Lucas hung up and Matt rolled his eyes, taking the papers to his desk, studying the pages. He was adopted... he still couldn't believe it. But why in the world would his 'parents' take four of them? And why did his real mom give him up? ~ After ten minutes of pouring over the paper, his door opened and he hurried to hide it, only to find Lucas at the door. Lucas walked over and plopped on the bed.
"So, what's the crisis?"
"This." Matt held out the paper. Lucas frowned and took it reading it over with a frown. Once Lucas had finished, he looked up at his life-long friend. "Dude, you're adopted?"
"That's what I said." Matt commented.
"Maybe it's a joke, maybe Nate..."
"Nate would never work this hard for a prank." Matt shook his head.
"Did you ask your mom?"
"No, but... today she was acting weird about... this." He found the picture and handed it over. Lucas looked at it.
"Who's this chick? She's friggen hot!" Matt gave him a look. "Sorry." Lucas apologized.
"Mom said she's an old family friend that volunteered at some place called Sunny Brook Orphanage."
"You guys have a lot of family friends." Lucas commented. "I'm always hearing about 'old friends' coming over."
"That's what Nate said..." Matt looked at his friend, his eyes watering. He wanted to at least find his real mom, and ask her why she gave him up. Lucas looked alarmed at his friend's watering eyes.
"Dude come on, you can't really think... this is something that only happens in the movies."
"Luke," Matt's voice cracked, "all the proof is there in your hands. And the clues, the picture of the girl, me and my siblings and my parents not looking related, the 'high school friends' that come every year, and my parents not having pictures of me when I was born."
"Okay well... now what? Are you going to freak out? Yell at your parents and then nothing changes, except you all are just a lot more awkward? Are you going to keep quiet?"
"I want to find her."
"Who?" Lucas frowned.
"My mom. I want to find her and know why she gave me up." Lucas looked at his friend, an eyebrow quirked.
"And just how do you think you're gonna accomplish that?"
"I... have no idea." Matt sighed, taking the papers back.
"Do they have a last name?"
"It looked like they wrote it... then crossed it out."
"You're probably never gonna find her dude, so just stay here, and pretend these guys are your parents."
"Fine if you're not going to help me then leave." Matt snapped, trying to think. Lucas sighed and moved over the the desk.
"It looks like she wrote two different last names before she just gave up." Lucas slipped the paper between the both of them. Matt thought that was weird at first, then he came up with the reason that maybe one was his real dad's last name, and the other was his real mom's. He leaned closer, trying to read at least one of the names. Lucas looked thoughtful trying to read the words on the page.
"I can't make out the second one but the first one looks like... Jones?"
Jones? That name was so common, it could take forever to find either of his parents with that. Matt laid back in his bed, crestfallen. "Wait... I don't... it may just be her handwriting..." Lucas squinted.
Matt closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them, all this adopted business would just be a nightmare from eating too much the night before. Suddenly, after a long stretch of silence, Lucas spoke. "Well, why don't we just go to this orphanage place?" He chuckled.
Matt looked up at him. "Yeah, let's do it." Lucas turned his gaze on his friend, his eyes wide.
"Wait, I was kidding! How're we supposed to..." He trailed off, he could see cogs turning in Matt's head, trying to think of a way to get from Bakersfield, New York to New Jersey.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 2:18 pm
Dun, dun, dunnnn (=
Look forward to your next chapter.
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