The Truth

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I knew it was Jessica because no one else in this house walks that loud but her.

"Whatcha guys talking about?"

"None of you business, Liar."

I started to rise up from my bed.

"YOU LIED TO ME MY WHOLE LIFE!!! EITHER YOU TELL ME THE TRUTH OR GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!!" I yelled at her.

"What's going on?"

"YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON! YOU KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME THAT WE HAD OTHER SIBLINGS, BUT YET YOU KEPT LYING TO ME."

"Um. Sarah, I think that you should sit down."

Yea no kidding. I calmly sat down and waited for her response.

"I guess that you saw what was on my desk."

"Yea. No kidding."

"Sorry that I kept that from you."

"It's okay. But you should have done that"

Than it was my turn to shove questions at her.

"Is Dad alive?"

"How would I know?"

"Because you have mom's number. You can find out and can I call the number?"

Jessica kept silent. Maybe too silent.

"AHEM?"

"Yes?"

"Answering is an awesome thing right now."

I pulled out the postie note and my phone. I started dialing the number when Jessica shouted,

"STOP!"

I stopped to look at her and she stared into my eyes.

"What? I'm just calling the number."

I started dialing and put the phone to my ear. I waited for Ally to pick up. After 15 seconds going by, she picked up.

"Hello? May I ask whom I am speaking to?"

So much for the first impression. At least I know that she's a grammar freak like Jessica.

"Um. Yea, sure. This is Sarah. My older sister had received a text message from 'mom' saying that we were related."

I heard a shriek at the end of the line. And silence.

"Hello?"

I asked. It was still silent at the end of the line.

"Oh. Sorry, Lizzy -"

I finish her sentence.

"My younger sister. I know."

"Right. You know. She was talking to me."

"Um. So where do you want to meet?"

I asked.

"Let's meet at Starbucks! Is that okay?"

"Yeah! That's great! Um. Friday?"

"Friday."

"Kay. Bye!"

"Bye!"

She hung up first and than I did. I looked up at Jessica and saw she was giving me the stink eye. 

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