Mom stared at me confused, but knowing her for thirteen years, she's trying to hide her true emotions.

"I already know what you have been hiding. From me and Matthew,"

She sighed in defeat. She motioned me to sit down on the bed.

"It's better if you hear it from your real father and I, with your twin brother,"

She walked out the room, I presumed to get the two. It was too quiet in the room. The clock continued to make soft sounds each second. Almost suffocating in the silent room, Matthew entered with the Principal and my mom.

Matthew kept walking and sat next to me while the Principle and mom hesitated to walk into the room. I understand they're feeling guilty, but there's no way we can turn back time.

They both took their time finding seats in the room and the bed wasn't an option for them. Mom gently placed herself on the two seat couch with the Principal. It feels weird for me to call the Principal of the school my dad. For all I know he may have been enjoying the sight of me getting bullied all these years.

"Just to confirm everything, both of you are twins," Mom said, referring to Matthew and I.

"We know," Matthew replied for me. "We already know what happened the night you fought."

Moms eyes widen, probably surprised on how much we already know. During the awkward silence I took the opportunity to glance over at my real dad. He indeed had the same blue eyes as me. He looked like an older version of Matthew, with blue eyes and blond hair.

"He's after me, isn't he?" I said.

All ears perked up. It was the first time dad actually looked at me.

"W-who?" mom shuddered, trying not to reveal the secrets they've hidden.

"Dad. Peter Noel, or should I say uncle?" I looked into Vince's shocked eyes, "Dad, how are you related to him?"

I tried to hold his gaze, but his eyes dropped down to the floor.

"He's my half brother. We have different mothers but the same father. Our father didn't have any special connection with Peters mother like he had with my mother. To him, Peters mother was just a toy he could play with every night. My mother had mesmerizing blue eyes. Her ancestors has a long line of strong blood for blue eyes. That's all I could tell you kids,"

"How did we get separated from each other?" Matthew asked.

Mom and dad shares sorrowful glances.

"After I married Peter, he went and joined the military for a few years. I didn't know I was having Vince's children instead of Peters. After spending one night with Vince, I was to be wed in two days. After the honeymoon, I took a test to see if I was pregnant. It said positive. I went through labor myself and took care of both of you. It was only when you two were three months old, I noticed both more like Vince then Peter," mom explained. "Since Matthew, you looked a lot like your father, I gave you to him on your third birthday. After Peter returned a few months later, we decided to move to London. Valerie, you were really born here not London. Your father found out you weren't his real daughter and threatened to kill you. I filed divorce paper and flew off back to California,"

"Why did you enroll me into the same school as Matthew?" I asked.

"I didn't know to be honest. It was the closest school. I just wanted to hide you from society because of my job."

"I wasn't at the school most of the time, usually my replacement works in my place. So I didn't realize you were getting bullied Valerie. I'm sorry," dad added.

"So what now?" Matthew and I both asked in illusion.

"We're still moving to New York," mom saids, looking uncertain of her choice.

"Why did you marry my brother instead of me?" dad suddenly asks mom.

"He threatened me to marry him, saying he knows how to end you. I couldn't bare the thought of you dying, so I agreed,"  mom looked up at him.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," dad whispered, looking guilty. "You could always say my name after you say I love you, but with other men you're always hesitant to say their name after you say you love them. We both know I'm the only one in your heart and not that Vince Guy or Peter."

Mom looked guilty. "You knew?" she asked.

"Yeah. It wasn't hard to track you down sweetheart, what do you expect from me?"

"I don't know, to probably leave me alone to live my life."

"Don't be like this Ava," embracing her from the side.

"I'll see. We are still moving to New York through."

"Not because of Vince?" dad questions, gazing at mom.

"I have many weddings that take place in New York!" mom reasons.

"Alright!" dad smiles.

"It's settled then. Kids, you have to start packing soon. We leave next week," mom announces.

"What's today?" I ask, with hint of urgency.

"August 10th," mom replied.

I forgot to wish 'Happy Birthday' to Michael. My phone probably died during the accident so I'm going to have to use my surface back at home. It going to take a few days until I'm discharged from the hospital.

"Wait, I was unconscious for almost two weeks! It was my birthday yesterday," I yelled, in disappoint.

"Yeah, mom, dad, and I celebrated yesterday," Matthew grinned at me.

"Asshole," I sneered at Matthew.

"Valerie," dad called me.

"Yes?" hoping I didn't get in trouble for badmouthing his son.

"Peter has been studying some kind of magic. I'm not exactly sure why he's after you. Might be because he knows you're not his real daughter or there's something special about you,"

I sigh, "I'm able to see ghost from time to time, but that's because my third eye isn't opened."

"Do you have the desire to open it?"

"No. I would be lost between two worlds,"

"I'm sorry Valerie," mom joins in the tense conversation.

"Why are you sorry mom?" I question.

God, no. Please don't tell me. . .

"Your third eye, it's been opened. You just haven't acknowledged the fact it is, that's the reason why you're not able to see every ghost. It's scary but, I have a feeling your eye isn't like any other,"

"Well yeah. That's because hardly anyone had the power to open theirs," I tired to reason.

Mom shook her head, "I'm not sure yet, but you're probably able to see under the vail. I'll explain once it happens."

I scream, "This is bullshit, I don't want to see that world. I want to live a normal life."

"Normal is overrated," Matthew quietly sang.

"Shut it," I hiss.

"This is the first time I've heard British cussing American terms," dad chuckles.

"Valerie. Don't worry about the vail thing, it was just an educated guess. Just live a normal life, for now."

I hate when someone say 'for now."