"Click there," Austin said.
"Where?" I replied.
"Right there."
"Here?"
"NO! There!"
"Here?"
"UGH!" *Face palm*
"I'm not the best when it comes to handling computers," I said plainly. I twisted my finger in a lock of golden blonde hair. Austin placed his hand over mine on the mouse and clicked the 'Search' box. "Alright, so what was your old last name again?" Austin asked. He looked at me with his mysterious gray eyes. They looked icy, haunting almost. "Uh . . ." I could hardly speak. His eyes hypnotized me, it was like I was opened up into a whole new world, one I had never before experienced while looking at him. "St . . . Sturgwell," I stuttered. Austin typed it in at lightning speed.
I could hear someone coming upstairs. "Hurry! Uh . . . click that thing that makes it go away without it really going away . . .!" I whispered. Austin minimized the page. "Uh . . . hi Mom!" I stated suspiciously as my mom's face appeared.
When I was 12, I asked my foster parents about my real parents. They didn't ever really speak of them, it was weird. I got yelled at for asking to find them, and I always wondered why. Austin always thought that maybe they didn't tell me to protect me . . . you never know who fakes out on those websites. So Austin figured this would be our little secret.
"I thought you guys might want some snacks!" Mom exclaimed while handing me a plate of warm, fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookies.
"Thanks, Mom." I said.
"No problem," she whispered, "And by the way, I think you and Austin are the perfect match!" She grinned and immediately ran downstairs. I giggled a little.
"Okay, re-open that ancestors website," I whispered. Austin clicked. I scrolled through looking for the right 'Anna Leila Sturgwell'. "I think I found you!" Austin exclaimed. After all, I was the only Anna Leila Sturgwell born on May 3rd, 1996 in Florida. He clicked on me, and asked if I had a copy of my birth certificate.
"I have no idea where it would be," I said.
"Check your pockets," Austin whispered with a grin.
"You think you're so funny, don't you?" I said with a chuckle.
"I honestly do," he replied, smiling.
I searched around my dad's office, until I found the adoption file in a drawer. "It must be in here!" I opened the file and took a look at the papers. I gasped, and the file slipped from my hand and splattered on the floor.
