"What do you mean adopted?" The shock was rushing through my system, this couldn't be happening.

"Your father and I meant to tell you, but there was never a good time for it. We adopted you when you were three, you were just a little thing then, and we were having troubles conceiving our own."

"You mean everything you have been telling me is a lie?"

"Kyra, listen to me. You are still our daughter. That never has to change." I could see my father attempting to calm me down, but it wasn't working.

"What do you mean nothing has to change. Everything is changing. You lied to me my entire life and now expect me to be okay with it? Do you even know who my birth parents are?" My voice was rising and my words started to collide. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"We did some research into it. We weren't able to find your biological dad or your mother, but the records showed that they were separated. We could let you talk to the adoption agent if you don't believe me." My mom was on the verge of tears and my dad looked at a loss.

"What is the adoption agent's cell number?" If my parents wouldn't, I was going to get to the bottom of what was going on with my biological parents.

"Let me find the adoption agent's number real quick." I stumbled up the stairs into my room. Collapsing on the bed, I began to lose myself. I couldn't be sure of anything anymore. Who was I?

My phone buzzed. My best friend, Spencer, the person I could always count on. He was special, like me.

How are you? Things seem strained at the Kelly household. He seemed to always know when I was upset, it was starting to get unnerving.

I'm adopted. It was terrible to put into writing. The lie that destroyed all I had believed and all the trust I had in my parents. I couldn't believe that I had just texted that to my best friend. It made it all more real now. I rolled over and saw one of my library books lying on the floor. It was Activating Evolution by Chandra Suresh. Spencer had recommended it because he had found it interesting, and apparently enlightening.

I'm sure they had a reason not to tell you. Don't take it personally; it's hard to tell a child that you raised that. I knew he was speaking the truth, but it infuriated me. I couldn't believe that someone actually thought that it was okay to lie to me like that.

Well it's kinda hard not to take that personally when they do it to you. They could have just told me like every other set of adopted parents did. I knew that was uncalled for the minute that I sent it. I shouldn't be taking out my anger at him; I should be talking to my adopted parents.

Look outside. It was only mid-afternoon; school had only been out for a couple hours. I had forgotten that today was the day of the solar eclipse everyone had been so excited for. I still don't understand what the big deal is, but it was beautiful.

It is amazing. I need to ask you a question tomorrow during school… but I want to keep the whole adopted thing on the down-low, I'd prefer not to have the entire school talking about it :P. I needed to know his opinion on trying to find my birth parents, a person with an outside view on what the repercussions could be.

No problem! My phone is about to die… talk to you tomorrow? He was always this caring. If I didn't have such an aversion to high school relationships, we would probably be dating. That is the one question I get asked constantly, "Are you two dating?" No. We are not. We are obviously just friends.

Sure thing. See you tomorrow .

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I couldn't wait to get out of here. I pulled myself away from the eclipse and over to my closet; I knew I needed some sexy clothing to go to the club I was now old enough to enter, legally that is, not like I haven't before. The ages for the club in Odessa were 16-20, so it meant no alcohol, but it was a place that I could go and forget all the chaos in my life.

I found a pair of skinny jeans that went with my leather boots and purple "I have standards" Life as RX'd tee. I grabbed my keys and purse off my desk and flew down the stairs.

"Where are you headed sweetheart?" My mom called from the kitchen. She and dad no longer cared where I went; they just assumed that I would be smart enough not to get hurt.

"Just heading to the club, I'll be back by 1." I scrambled through the door to the garage and jumped into my Volkswagen Jetta. I honestly was in love with my car; normal people spent their time ogling others' cars while I spend my time in love with mine. It took a while to get there, since I live in the outskirts of Odessa and the club is in downtown, but it was worth it.

I showed my I.D. to the bouncer outside the club and he glanced at me for a moment and then let me in. The club was dark with lights flashing in a seemingly random pattern that was supposed to correspond with the song playing. I went over to the "bar", they only serve energy and soft drinks, because the bartender was hot.

"The usual?" He glanced over at me with a smile on his face. His name was Michael. He was wearing his typical black dress shirt, with a couple of buttons undone, with jeans. The black brings out his bright blue eyes, which match mine, and his blonde hair. I wish he could just whisk me away from my life, trust me, I wouldn't be complaining.

"Of course." I smiled back at him, letting my hair fall into my face. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and a man in a suit and horn-rimmed glasses was towering over me.

"Can I help you?" He was obviously old enough to be my father and I could see what looked like a gun holster on his hip. I quickly scanned for possible escape routes, maybe the fire escape on the other side of the dance floor?

"Hello, my name is Mr. Bennet with the FBI and I need to speak with you. Now." He pulled out a badge that matched what he was saying, but I couldn't think of anything that I could have possibly done in the past couple days, I don't remember doing, or planning to do, something illegal.

"Okay, lead the way." He turned and started to lead me behind the bar where there were rooms that looked like conference rooms, weird things to have in a club. But before he could turn to see that I was following him, I dashed. I ran as fast as I could to the emergency exit and pushed through the door. The alarm started, but I didn't slow down. I jumped into the Jetta and started to drive, faster then I should have been back to my house.

I finally got home and ran inside. I must have slammed the door because my dad came running into the room. "Is everything okay Kyra?"

"Yeah, just peachy. I was just feeling tired and like I needed some sleep, besides, it is a school night." Before he could say another word I ran to my bedroom and closed the door. And then I heard a knock.