k so I was thinking about how Kyle and I have a lot in common (and I'm not just being a teenie), and I thought, "What if we really were separated at birth?" haha so I decided to write a fanfic about it.

The first chapter is a little retarded, especially the 9th paragraph, cuz I didn't know how to start it, but yeah. lol It gets way better, though!

***Better, revised versions of chapters 1-3 are on page 2 :]***

Chapter 1

Switched at birth.

As my mom and I sat in the small social worker’s office, I tried to absorb those three words. The room was silent, except for the whirring of the air vent in the ceiling. I couldn’t believe it had taken almost sixteen long years to figure out I had gone home from the hospital with the wrong parents. This was too good to be true.

“No… fucking… way,” I finally said. “How could that even happen?”

“Well, it’s a common mistake in hospitals,” said Edna the social worker, pushing up her gold-rimmed glasses with an index finger. “Especially at the one where you were born. Marietta General, correct?”

Marietta General was a hospital in Marietta, Georgia. My mom had told me a while back that she and my dad had been on vacation when she’d gone into labor. I had been raised here in Cincinnati.

“Yes,” my mom said, “but who could possibly have been born at the exact same time as my daughter?!”

“Well, there’s a couple from Marietta who has twins, a boy and a girl. We think you and the other girl (she pointed at me to indicate I was one of them) might have been born at about the same time.”

“No… fucking… way,” was all I could say again. “How do you even know that?!”

“I can’t disclose the reason why, but the hospital had to take blood samples from the girl and her father, and when they came back, the technician noticed they didn’t match. So, they checked your birth records, and the rest is history.”

“So… what are you gonna do about it? You’re not just gonna take my daughter away?” My mom put an arm around me.

“We have to, ma’am. It was at the parents’ request that they meet their real daughter.”

“Which would be me?” I finished.

“Right.”

My mom thought for a minute, more like ten minutes, before saying, “Well, alright. As long as she’ll be happy, I guess.”

“Oh, she will; don’t worry. They’re very nice.”

~~~~~

My friend Dana was shocked when she heard Edna’s news. We were talking about it on the phone the next day. “So, let me get this right,” she said in her Korean accent. “You’re no Kelly?!”

I moved from the middle of my bed, where I’d been sitting cross-legged, to the headboard. I spread my legs out and leaned up against it. “Apparently so. I’m really someone else,” I replied, “someone who lives in Marietta.”

“Whoa, that so weird! Marietta’s the capital of Georgia, yes?”

“Nope, that’s Atlanta, but yeah, that IS weird!”

Dana and I went on about how much we’d miss each other, how to deal with the long distance, and then we moved on to random topics. That is, until I heard my mom, or ex-mom, I guess, call my name. I said goodbye and hung up. “What?” I yelled.

“Edna’s here to see you!”

Edna! She must’ve brought my new parents, my biological parents, along. A wave of nervousness rushed over me as I left the room and crept downstairs. What are they like? Will they like me? I kept asking myself.

*****

Comments would be lovely!

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awwwwwwww this is really cute steph

I agree with Kandece
more soon?

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Chapter 2

When I made it downstairs and to the front door, I was met by Edna and two complete strangers, a man and another woman. The man had to be at least a foot taller than me with short brown hair, and the woman was short and stout with curly blonde hair framing her face. Oddly enough, they both seemed to look like me. The man had my dimples, hair, and brown eyes, and the woman had my lips.

“Kelly, I’d like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Dickherber,” said Edna. She added that they were, in fact, my real parents.

Ew. My last name’s Dickherber? What’s my first name, then? Vagina?

“Dickherber?” I repeated, cringing at how it sounded.

Mr. Dickherber laughed. “Yeah, but don’t worry; we’re normal people,” he reassured in a southern accent. Now I know why I was the only one with a southern accent! “A normal, musical family, that is. Your brother – his name’s Kyle – sings lead and plays guitar in a band, your mother plays the organ at church, and I’m in the choir.”

“Well, we better get going, Jaelynn,” Mrs. Dickherber added. “Kyle’s dying to meet you, and we’ve got a 7-hour drive to Marietta.”

Jaelynn Dickherber. It was nowhere near as catchy as Kelly Greene. This was gonna take lots of getting used to.

“So, that’s my given name, huh?”

“Yep. Hope you like it, because it’s already on the birth certificate,” she smiled. “Why don’t you go grab your stuff, hun?”

“Sure.” I went upstairs to retrieve my suitcase, which was chock full of stuff I’d bought for myself. I didn’t want the real Kelly to have any of it; that would be like stealing.

After I came back with my suitcase in tow, they led me outside to the last of three cars lined up in the driveway, a bluish-green Pontiac, and Mr. Dickherber opened the back left door for me. I thanked him and got in, slamming the door shut. There was a guy I assumed was Kyle, the exact male version of me, sitting on the other side. He had the same brown eyes, the same brown hair, and it was even parted the same way – on the right.

After Daddy D put my suitcase in the trunk and got in, we were off.

About five minutes into the trip, Mama D, expecting us to have started a conversation already, looked over her shoulder at me. “We did tell you that y’all are twins, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, the social worker told me,” I replied. Still, I was amazed at how alike Kyle and I looked.

“Why don’t you talk to her, Kyle? I’m sure your own sister doesn’t bite.”

“So, um… you’re the real Jaelynn,” said Kyle.

“Yeah,” was all I said. After a short pause, I thought of something else to say. “I heard you’re in a band. What kind of music do you play?”

“Rock, power pop, stuff like that. I’ll bring the guys over one day so you can hear us.”

“Alright, cool.”

~~~~~

Seven hours, two rest stops, and a sit-down lunch later, we finally arrived home in Marietta. Kyle and I had kept occupied by getting to know each other better. We have almost everything in common, from favorite color to favorite kind of music and lots of other stuff.

Mr. Dickherber pulled up the curving driveway, parking right in front of the garage. The house was a medium-sized white house with two stories. There was a brick staircase supported by a white railing on either side, leading to the front door. Sitting on one of the steps was a cocker spaniel. In the front of the house, a semi-hexagon of windows stood to the left side, preceding some more windows on the flat part.

As the four of us got out, the dog came up and started sniffing me. I don’t know why, but I found this a bit peculiar.

“Um… your dog’s sniffing me,” I said to Kyle. At this point, we were the only two outside.

“Oh, that’s Allie. She’s just checking you out,” he explained as Allie went back towards the house, wagging her tail. “Come on. I’ll show you your room.”

“Okay.” Kyle took my suitcase and held the front door open for me. Right in the doorway was a small foyer with wooden flooring, and directly in front of me was a flight of carpeted stairs going up. Above the stairwell hung a lantern-type light fixture. As we ascended, I could hear a grandfather clock chiming eight times to indicate it was 8 pm.

On the top level, I could see a washer and a dryer coming into view. Why anyone would have that in the hallway was beyond me. Kyle explained that the house didn’t have a laundry room for some odd reason, so this had to do.

We passed the washer/dryer set and turned left, and there were two doors leading to two different bedrooms. The room Kyle pointed me towards was a small one with lavender walls, which were speckled with posters of bands I’ve never heard of before, and a window on the far right. On the wall adjacent to it stood a double-sized oak panel bed with a bedspread that coordinated with the walls. Also occupying the room were a nightstand, a bookshelf, a dresser, and two chairs.

“Wow, this is nice,” I admired.

“Glad you like it,” said Kyle, setting my suitcase against the wall next to the nightstand. “Why don’t you look in the closet?”

“Alright…” I said skeptically, wondering why. I mean, I didn’t need any new clothes; I brought my own.

Still, I found myself walking over to the closet, which had white folding doors, and opened it. A red electric guitar I assumed was Kyle’s sat in the far right corner. I picked it up and examined it. “Aw, Kyle, you didn’t have to give me your guitar.”

“Oh, no, it’s all yours. Mom and Dad bought it as a little housewarming gift. Since we’re a musical family, I thought you could use one so you could fit in with us.”

“That’s very thoughtful. Thanks!” I grinned. I’ve actually always wanted an electric guitar, but my other parents thought it would be way too expensive. I think I’m gonna like it here. I know, I sound like Little Orphan Annie when she moves in with Daddy Warbucks, but yeah.

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aw cute I want more

aww i love this!

more soon

awwwwww this is soo good

thanks for the comments, guys! I'm working on chapter 3 right now and it should be up today, as long as I'm not gonna be busy doing yard work all day.