The Promise - Chapter 1
This is a true story, just so you know (But the names are not real).
Chapter 1: Reflection
It is Saturday again. Another boring day, I guess. Yesterday, we didn't have our classes, I have no idea why, or maybe some silly seniors have posted that big announcement that made the majority of the students of Scholastica High School happy. I hate it when there are no classes, well, I'm not that genius or anything but, I just love to learn things, I just love to be at school.
Now, I don't know how to kill this boredom. I already finished reading 3 novels of Danielle Steel since I woke up, and now I really don't know what else to do. Should I go to the public library? Should I watch a Sci-Fi movie? Should I write more articles for our School Newspaper? I really don't know what to do. Then suddenly, someone knocked on my door. "Hey Hanny... you have visitors downstairs." Katrina, my best friend/dormmate said. Yes, I'm living in a dormitory with some girls I just can't get on with, excluding Katty. I call her Katty or Katt because it has less syllables than Katrina. "Who?" I asked. "I don't know but they must be rich." She said with a wicked smile. "They??" I asked again. "Hanny, sweetie, don't ask me, okay? I don't know either who they are or what are they up to." She said frankly. Well, she's honest, and that's what I like about her. She's just good to be true. I went downstairs to see who my visitors are.
I don't have any clue who they are. "Hi, Why are you guys looking for me." I asked. I have two unknown visitors, a woman who is dressed very formal, I guess she's just in her 40s, and a man who I think looks very familiar, he's in 50s, I think. The woman smiled at me, and unknowingly, she's already hugging me tight. "U-uhm, excuse me??" I said with some curiosity on my tone. "I am Sara Ville, and he's Norman, my husband," the woman said. She has a really calm voice which makes me more curious about them. The guy, Norman, took a brown envelope from his briefcase, and he handed it to me. "Is it a Will or something?" I said, trying to make them laugh but I fail.
My visitors looked at each other as if they have the same thought. "Please read." Sara said. I don't know why but I felt my heartbeat faster than usual, it's like something wrong will happen. I opened the envelope, I was shocked as I read what's written on the letter, it's like my whole world turned upside down. All I have in mind was the words: "NO. IT CAN'T BE." I looked at my visitors; I felt some tears running down from my eyes. "This DNA result is wrong, that can't be. I am not your daughter and I will never be! Besides, I have my own family, I have my mom and my grandfather, they are my family. You will never gonna be my parents!" I said. I ran upstairs. For the first time, I have a lot of questions about the real me. I sat on my bed, turned my iPod on and listened to a song which I can relate with.
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know?
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
It is Saturday again. Another boring day, I guess. Yesterday, we didn't have our classes, I have no idea why, or maybe some silly seniors have posted that big announcement that made the majority of the students of Scholastica High School happy. I hate it when there are no classes, well, I'm not that genius or anything but, I just love to learn things, I just love to be at school.
Now, I don't know how to kill this boredom. I already finished reading 3 novels of Danielle Steel since I woke up, and now I really don't know what else to do. Should I go to the public library? Should I watch a Sci-Fi movie? Should I write more articles for our School Newspaper? I really don't know what to do. Then suddenly, someone knocked on my door. "Hey Hanny... you have visitors downstairs." Katrina, my best friend/dormmate said. Yes, I'm living in a dormitory with some girls I just can't get on with, excluding Katty. I call her Katty or Katt because it has less syllables than Katrina. "Who?" I asked. "I don't know but they must be rich." She said with a wicked smile. "They??" I asked again. "Hanny, sweetie, don't ask me, okay? I don't know either who they are or what are they up to." She said frankly. Well, she's honest, and that's what I like about her. She's just good to be true. I went downstairs to see who my visitors are.
I don't have any clue who they are. "Hi, Why are you guys looking for me." I asked. I have two unknown visitors, a woman who is dressed very formal, I guess she's just in her 40s, and a man who I think looks very familiar, he's in 50s, I think. The woman smiled at me, and unknowingly, she's already hugging me tight. "U-uhm, excuse me??" I said with some curiosity on my tone. "I am Sara Ville, and he's Norman, my husband," the woman said. She has a really calm voice which makes me more curious about them. The guy, Norman, took a brown envelope from his briefcase, and he handed it to me. "Is it a Will or something?" I said, trying to make them laugh but I fail.
My visitors looked at each other as if they have the same thought. "Please read." Sara said. I don't know why but I felt my heartbeat faster than usual, it's like something wrong will happen. I opened the envelope, I was shocked as I read what's written on the letter, it's like my whole world turned upside down. All I have in mind was the words: "NO. IT CAN'T BE." I looked at my visitors; I felt some tears running down from my eyes. "This DNA result is wrong, that can't be. I am not your daughter and I will never be! Besides, I have my own family, I have my mom and my grandfather, they are my family. You will never gonna be my parents!" I said. I ran upstairs. For the first time, I have a lot of questions about the real me. I sat on my bed, turned my iPod on and listened to a song which I can relate with.
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know?
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
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