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.