He was talking about how over the years random girls have shown up claiming to be his sister, but they were all scam artists after his money.
I don’t care about the money; I just want to know who I am.
I’m scared of putting all my eggs in one basket as my English teacher would say, but I feel it in my bones that this is the right thing to do.
I have my backpack packed with my sketchbooks, a few changes of clothes and all my money I’ve saved.
It’s not a lot but it’ll have to do.
Gerald and Hillary, I refuse to call them mom and dad anymore, are thinking I’m going to Jan’s house after graduation.
But they are wrong.
My name is Mika Stone.
Wait, maybe it’s Kimberly Burns?
I don’t think I would mind being a Burns, my research says they were a happy family.
I don’t want to be a Kimberly, it’s a pretty name but I don't think it fits me.
Maybe I could be Mika Burns? I guess I won’t know until I get to the truth.