Ramona's Secret Twin Chapter 1 By: Bana Sunbulli
"Mom, where's the butter?",I asked . "In the cupboard over the fridge.", mom replied
looking exhausted. "Argh what a tiring day. All these bills are piling up.", mom said,
concerned. "Well, why do we have so many bills? Its just a bunch of papers that
depress everyone. You, dad, nobody has time for me.", I said. Mom chuckled and
grabbed me in her arms. "Oh Ramona. Bills aren't just any papers. They're papers
saying how much money we need to pay.", mom replied.
"Why do we need to pay anything?", I said. "Well for food, our home, and cloths. It all
adds up.", she said. "Well I don't like it.", I grouched. "Neither do I honey. But things
don't always go the way we want. Now go wash up for supper.", said mom.
I still couldn't stop thinking about it. I want to go out to eat at whopperburger. The
day always brightens up when we go to whopperburger. The waitress brings the
food to you with a smile. My hamburger always tastes juicy and the fries are so
tender. We bring home little goodies; candy, cinnamon rolls for breakfast the next
morning. We only get to go to whopperburger a little, though. I remain thinking
about the whopperburger while mom prepares the pot roast.
The doorbell rings. I run to open it, but my mom beats me to it. It's a tall lady with
shiny, red shoes. "Hello ma'am. I'm sorry to interrupt you but I would like to give
you the adoption papers for Sara. Only then will I release her from the orphanage.",
the women said. Before my mom could object, the women left. "Mom, who is sara?", I
ask. "That's what I would like to know.", mom replies. Later on we forget about the
papers and eat dinner. After dinner, I go to my parents' room. Only because I like to
go on their bed. My mom's side of the bed smells like cinnamon rolls. My father's
part of the bed smells like candles. I go in the middle, which smells like a mixture of
both. I suddenly see a picture fall from an old box. I hop out of the bed and glance at
it. It looks alot like me, but not quite the same.
I run to mom. "Mom, who is this?", I ask, forgetting to lower my voice. " Ramona
shhhh! What is it?", she says. "Who is this girl. She kind of looks like me.", I repeat.
She stares at it for what seems forever. "Well, I'm not so sure. Wait look, in the back.
It says sara.", she says, looking confused.
"Could it be the girl the women was talking to you about?", I ask. "I don't know. I
really don't know.", mom says.