"You two are overreacting," Gabriella chucked. It was free period. Mark, Gabriella, and I were in the empty music room. It was the only place we could find to be alone. Mark and I had just explained to Gabriella what we had found out.
"It is possible for your parents and grandparents to be able to roll their tongues and you can't," she said to Mark. "Some along your family line must not have been able to roll their tongue." She turned to me. "It is very unusually that your parents can't roll their tongues and you can. That's usually impossible. What probably happened is there was a mistake when your DNA was copied when you were being created. It's nothing to worry about."
I stared at Gabriella blankly. I didn't catch any of that. But if she said I shouldn't worry, then I wouldn't. "But Mark didn't look as convinced. Gabriella glanced up at the clock. She slowly stood up.
"I better go," she said, starting to leave. "See you guys later."
I turned to Mark, "See, I was right. There's nothing to worry about."
"Maybe," Mark frowned. "But there's still a chance. We should investigate this!"
I rolled my eyes. No wonder I had never been friends with him. He was way too crazy. "And what do you suggest we do?"
Mark thought for a moment. He suddenly snapped his fingers in excitement. "I've got it!" he exclaimed joyfully. "There's a footprint on out birth certificates, right?" He went on before I had a chance to say anything. "Well, all we got to do is make new foot prints and compare them. What do you think?"
I shrugged. It would be amusing. And it'd get my mind off of Sharpay. Why not? "Ok," I nodded in agreement. "Come over to my house after school."
Mark grinned from ear to ear. "Perfect."
Later that day Mark and I were standing in my living room floor. We had out our birth certificates, two pieces of paper, a magnifying glass, and a giant inkpad with ink. Mark volunteered himself to go first. He placed his foot in the ink and gently pressed it against one of the papers.
As he went off to wash his foot, I did the same thing. When we were both clean we lay down on our stomachs with the new footprints and birth certificates in front of us. Mark took the magnifying glass and examined his two footprints.
Mark set the magnifying glass down. His face was pale in shock. "They're not the same," he whispered so low I could barely hear it.
I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. With sweating hands and a pounding heart, I picked up the magnifying glass and compared my two footprints. My heart literally stopped for a second. The footprints were different! I shook my head in disbelief. How could this be?
Quickly and nervously, I snatched Mark's birth certificate and compared it with my new footprint. I did the same visa versa. I looked at Mark with a blank expression. "When we switch them, they match!" I cried.
Mark's eyes widened. "So that means…"
"We were switched at birth!" I exclaimed.
"Woah," Mark said, sitting up. "I know I'm the one who had the idea, but that was just for fun. I had no idea I was actually right!"
At that moment nothing seemed right. The world around me was spinning. I felt really sick. This could not be happening to me. It just couldn't! I had a very hard time dealing with change, and this was the biggest change to ever happen to me! Ok, maybe it wasn't really a change. But it was still a life changing experience!
"Hello Ryan," Sharpay's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see her standing in front of us. She had a confused expression on her face. I guess it would look pretty weird in her point of view. "Ryan, what's going on?"
I leaped up and placed my hands on her shoulders. "Sharpay!" I exclaimed. I pointed to Mark and my little experiment. "You're not really my sister!"
Sharpay's eyes widened before she fainted. I quickly got behind her and caught her in my arms. Aw geez! This was the last thing I needed.
"You made her faint!" Mark pointed out rather loudly."
"I didn't mean to!" I said defensively.
"What do we do now?"
My eyes scanned the room. "My parents should be home soon. You call yours and get them over here as soon as possible. I'll take care of Sharpay."
"Do you need help?" Mark offered.
"No!" I said a bit angrily. Mark immediately backed off. My face softened. What was I doing? I shook it off and headed for Sharpay's room. "I'm so sorry," I whispered to her. What had I gotten myself into?