IWGH:Finding Myself || Chapter 1|| 1/2

A Minute later and mum was calling me from downstairs.
"Sophia Tea's Ready"
i raced down,glad to get away from the essay.
i didn't get away from it for long
"hows the homework going?"mum asked,prodding something in a
frying pan.
'Mmm;i mumbled.
'For goodness sake Sophia;Mum Sighed."why cant you speak properly?"
i looked at her.Same Old Mum.Short,Bony .Thinlipped.
i looked nothing like her
i spoke very clearly and slowly"who is my real mother?"
mum froze,for a second she looked terrified,then her face went hard like a mask
no emotion."i am;she said."what do you mean?"
"nothing"i looked away wishing i hadnt said anything.
"i thought you werent bothered about knowing?"mum asked.
i rolled my eyes"im not"
mum ladled scrambled eyes onto my plate"anyway,i cant tell you.it was a closed adoption.that means neither side new anything about one another"she got up
"whats for tea?"rory pelted in from the garden,his fat cheeks red from the cold air.rorys eight and the spit of dad."My little test-tude miracle"mum calls him.
All i can say is alot of unpleasant things grow from test-tubes.
rory skidded to a halt at the table,then made a face.
"scrambled eggs stink"
"not as much as you;i said
rory picked up his fork and prodded me with it.
"Ow.Mum,he's hurting me;i said
Mum glared at us both 'sit Rory'.sometimes i wonder if she think he's a dog.
i heard her say to one of her friends,'boys are like puppies.all they need is affection and
fresh air.Girls are much harder work.' so why choose me -a girl- in the first place?i remember
all the times when i was little that mum talked to me about being adopted-abouthow they picked me out of some book.it used to make me feel special.wanted.now it made me feel like a mail order."can jam come around later?"i asked.
"only when you get your homework done,if it isnt too late"mum replyed.
i emailed jam as soon as i went back upstairs. C U L8r?.his reply came back in seconds,
b thr @ 7.i checked the time in the corner of the computer screen:6:15.i was never going to finish the essay in forty-five minutes.Who Am I? Adopted.Lost. i typed the words into the search engine box.i'd been thinking about it alot recently.last week i'd even checked out some of the adoption information websites.You'd have laughed if you'd seen me:heart thumping,palm sweating,stomach screwed up into a knot.I Mean,it's not as if there's going to be some site that says:Sophia Mathews--click here for your adoption details.Anyway.D'you know what i found out? that if i wanted to know anything about my llife before i was three,i need mum and dad's permission.how unbelievable is that?

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