Warning: cussing and bad words on this chapter! If you are uncomfortable, don't read or whatever. Enjoy!

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The weekend left way more quicker than I wanted it to, our family time coming into an end until next weekend, much to my dismay. And here I was, in history class and bored out of my mind with the almost last class of the day, Art and Theater was the last one, actually. So, that meant finishing this prison with happiness! Though, we had an accident.

Why?! Why on Monday?! Don't you see we hate each other and are just okay with knowing we already exist?! I mentally dramatically told the teacher through my thoughts, banging my head on the desk. That hurts like a bitch, by the way. Just like Saturn and her friends.

"So, class, I wanted to do something different today. You can have a partner if you are related to one another, though. But if you aren't, no partner. I want you to do me a biology about yourself and your family. Most likely, in other words, a family tree-" The bell rang, making the teacher stop before continuing once again,"-Okay, class dismissed! I hope you wrote notes about this because this is half of your grades. Now, out and keep on moving! Get lively, we are all leaving in another half an hour!"

I completely toned him down, grabbing my things and waiting for Blake outside the door, seeing as she took more time than me because she was asking something to the teacher.

Just when I thought this day was going to end up peacefully and without having to punch someone, someone—purposely, might I add—spilled their beverage into me, the purple drink soaking me from head to my uniform shirt.

"You have got to be fucking me, right? The universe just had to ruin my happy mood." I grumbled to myself, opening my eyes that had closed when the drink was spilled on me to see one of the chicks' gang boyfriend.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" He said mockingly, smirking down at me.

"Yeah, then, if we are apologize for doing stupid things, I apologize for this." I smiled sweetly at him, making him look at me confused until my fist came in contact with his jaw.

I didn't had mood, time, or patience for this shit, and, I will never have. Don't care if I loose one of my favorites classes for teaching this jerk a lesson.

He stumbled back, crashing into some students that had started to surround us out of interest and out of wanting a fight on this boring Monday. Don't get me wrong, I would love to see a fight, but being in it, that is another 10 points.

"You bitch." He spat, taking a step towards me.

"What are you gonna do, moron? Punch me? I thought you didn't hit on girls. Pun intended, by the way." I snapped back, taking steps myself to reach him.

Oh, this is what happens when you push my buttons on that day of the months. Not going to end up so good for neither, the victim or myself.

"Oh, burn!"

"That had to hurt his ego."

"That pun was actually good."

Other comments were whispered around us, until I sighed, pushing past him and bending down to grab my things that I had let fall down.

Remember what Blake told you, they don't deserve my precious time, it ends the same in the end, me stating at school for another hour in detention. I thought to myself, standing up straight after I finished picking my things and started to walk away.

"Are you afraid, princess? Is that why you leaving? Looks like we have a chicken in this school!" He started, doing chicken noises and making me stop on my steps, debating with myself.

Don't, Ale, just walk away, ignore all of them.

"Chicken!"

They aren't there, just leave while you can or you'll be late.

"Looked like she grew winds over the years!"

"Explains her horrible appearance!"

Take deep breaths and it'll all leave, you'll be oka...

"I wonder if your stupid sister finally got into you, always walking away from everything, chicken girl." The one who started all of this, taunted, finally snapping something in me.

I threw my things into the floor, turning on my heels and letting myself jump into him, punching him and pulling all I could to make him regret it.

"Take it back, bastard! Take it back! I don't care if you insult me, hurt me, or even kill me, but you lay one single finger on her, insult her, or even let her name leave this lips of yours, I'll make sure you won't speak or make a sound again in your entire life, you heard me?"

The male nodded in fear and to make sure he was going to never do this again I was going to punch him. Key word, was. Apparently, someone finally decided to pull me away from the beaten male, that someone being stronger than me. Now that I think about it, it should have looked hilarious that a smaller girl than him just beat him, but that is for later thoughts.

Anyway, the someone that had pulled me away was no other than Kye, a furious Kye. The gay friend of mine was grumbling curses to me but I couldn't hear it with all the noise, and he wasn't looking at me so I couldn't read his lips. Yay, me.

He walked past an angry Blake who had my things, her green eyes piercing holes into my forehead but I turned away from her, squirming away from Kye's tight grip.

"What did he do this time that you beaten him up, Alex! You know what that means? Detention, for you only because you are the only one of the two not hurt!" Blake grips on my shoulders to make me turn to her, but I only pull away, snapping at her.

"Do you think I care?! He insulted you! He can do whatever he wants with me but nothing to you or anyone dear to me! I don't care if I get grounded again! He deserved it! I have had enough of all the bullying, I had to do something!"

"You could have told an adult." Kye cuts my off, seeming growl at me with a glare.

"What would they do? Suspend him? Detention? Do you think that will stop them from doing it outside were there is nobody to help us?" I inquired, glaring back at him.

"Let me protect you then! You don't have to do it alone, A-"

"I don't want protection!" I scream at him, tears finally getting set free.

I wipe them away immediately when he expression softened, pushing past both of them and heading towards Art and Theater. I'll attend detention when the school finishes, though.

"I'll be on Art and Theater or I'll be late. Don't get near me, okay? I need to cool down first." I told them over my shoulder, already having snatch away my things and stomped like a child towards the last class.

I hate Mondays.

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They both had waited for me all the hour for detention, so I wasn't surprised to see them out the door when I was dismissed. The ride home was quiet, too. They had glance at me from the front, but I never looked at them, spoke at them, or make a fucking noise. I just wanted to sleep since I had done all my homework on detention, the only thing missing was the assignment. Unfortunately, that meant talking.

I quickly grabbed my things and was out in a blink as Blake stayed to thank and talk to Kye, me slamming the door close behind me.

I wasn't going to get scolded and grounded until mom and dad got home from work. So, that meant I could do the assignment peacefully.

Wait, the teacher said you could, if you wanted, do it with a partner if you were blood and family related. That means I can do it and will do it alone. Thank you, Mr. Finn! I cheered mentally, on the outside looking around me with a frown and glare present.  

I seem to hate everything today. How nice.

"Ale, can we-"

"Just shut up for a minute, okay? I'll be in the office doing my assignment. Call me if you need anything." I cut her off, walking towards the room and hoping on the chair in from of the desk.

I look around me for albums and grab them all, checking to see what pictures I will use in my assignment. Though, something looked weird. The only photos they had of us as kids was when we were 4 and older, but not younger. Or, with baby ones for that matter. Now that I think about it, there isn't much of our pictures as new borns around the house either.

Then, it seemed as if I had finished a puzzle.

It makes more sense now. The differences in personality and appearances. The habits we have but neither of them do. The hobbies and I don't seem to remember anything of my childhood as a baby or older at all, until I was four...

"Girls, we are home! And we need to talk, Ale!" The voice of my father, if I can even call him that, reached into the open office, making me stand up and walk outside.

"Yes, we do." I mumbled, taking an album and walking towards them.

I didn't greet them as they entered fully with groceries. I stay a few feet away from them.

"The school called us, telling us you got into a fight again. We talked about this already, if someone is bullying you girls tell a teacher or us, don't start something you'll regret in the end-"

"Who are my...parents? My biological ones? When were you planning on telling us, huh, mom, dad? Or should I even be calling you that?" I cut him of, staring at them with my blue eyes that neither of them had.

That seemed to make them both freeze, a tense atmosphere crashing into all of the house because Blake came downstairs, maybe after she didn't heard anything.

"H-Honey, what are you talking about? You are our daughters." The woman before me smiled sweetly at me, taking a step towards me while I backed away.

"Then, mom, dad why are there only pictures of us as 4 and forwards but no sign of us a babies?" I slammed the album on the table, the pictures showing as Blake blinked.

"What is she talking about, mom?" Blake asked them, confusion all over her face.

Dad sighed, exchanging a look with mom before turning towards us with a sad smiled.

"When we got married, we planned of having children together, but it was impossible for your mother to create a child. At first, we were both devastated until the greatest idea came into mind. Adopting infants. Young ones, and when we came to the orphanage, it seemed our prayer was answered. Twins, fraternal twins. Just a few months old from being given into the orphanages doorsteps. It took a couple of years for the preparations, rebuilding the house to add both children into our lives, and on those four years, we got to connect to both of you in a father, mother, and daughters relationship. It was all perfect, and we were planning on telling you earlier, but we were afraid, afraid as to how would you act with the knowledge. Alenora, Blake, you may not be blood related to us but..."

"We love and care for you two as if you were our own, and we are sorry for keep this from you for so long. We had tried to see over the few years we got you both any information of your parents, to tell you and for you to go and meet them at least once in your lives, but there wasn't any traces of any of them, as if they had disappeared out of thin air. Please, don't hate us, we love you girls to much to be hated from both of you. Please, I love you, my babies." My mom continued for my dad when he had trailed of, crying silently as my mother cried waterfalls.

Though, I didn't look at anybody in the room, turning on my heels and running upstairs to our room, slamming the door shut and locking it as I heard the calls from both of the adults. After a few minutes, another slam of a door, the one in the porch, could be heard with the calls for my sister. Though, I didn't seemed to be right here at all, all that I could do was sob while leaning my back against the door. I slowly slide down, hugging my knees and covering my face with my arms as I cried.

All this lies, all this moments as parents and daughters, they were all fake? They aren't my real parents? My real parents left us on the orphanage's doorsteps?

I heard a few footsteps until it stopped in front of our bedroom door, the sound of someone sliding as well on the other side reaching my ears with another's sobs. My mother's. No, my mom's.

"Ale, honey, please don't hate us, don't do this. I am so sorry. We are so sorry. I just thought it was best for you, you're parents were nowhere to be seen or to get in touch. Please, I love you. You are my daughter even if you don't see me as you mother now. Blake left running and your father is looking for her, but don't desolate yourself. Come out, please."

I couldn't take it, I need to be in her arms. She was and is my mother. I don't care if we are adopted, they took us in and treated us like theirs since the beginning... I..... I love them both, mom, dad.

I opened the door slowly, and slipped outside and into my mother's embrace, sobbing into her chest.

"I love you, too! Even if you aren't my mom by blood, I don't care! Please, don't leave us like they did! I love you, mom." I told her, begged her, embracing her tightly as if she was going to leave.

She hugged me as tight as I did, crying into my shoulder as she rocked us both, brushing my hair in comfort as we cried in the middle of the hallway.

"I will never leave my daughters. I love you. I love you, Alex and you should forever stay as an Arrow. I will fight for both of you if they come to look for you, sweetie. I love you." She kissed me forehead tenderly, motherly, her tears slipping from her chin to my face but I didn't care.

I will always stay in my mother's embrace.

All does moments weren't fake. The games, jokes, dinners. The weird and disturbing moments. The talks. The laughs. The tears. Their love. Our love. They were never fake. And they would never be. I hate Mondays, but this seemed to bring us more together than any other.

{Yikes, I cried, and I am not embarrassed to admit that. The plot is going just as planned and I am so proud of us. Anyway, sorry for grammar or misspelled words, happens to anyone and everyone. Unless you are a genius or alien. Hoped you enjoyed! Comment, vote, review and all the good things!

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