Say what? I have FOUR PARENTS!?, chapter 1
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"What...?" I said quietly. "Mom? Dad? What are you saying?"
Yea, um, hi. My name's Ami Hatcher, and I just found out I have four parents. I'm 9, have waist length, very light blonde hair mixed with midnight black, and the greenest eyes you've ever seen.
"Sweetie, please understand," mom said. She reached out to me, but I pulled back. I could see the hurt on her face and immediately felt guilty. "They chose the people; there was nothing we could do about it. I'm-we're-so sorry we didn't tell you sooner."
"Tell me SOONER!? YOU KEPT THIS FROM ME FOR 12 FREAKING YEARS! DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE THIS CALMLY! FUCKING CALMLY!?"
"Language!" Dad hollered. I glared at him.
"I HATE YOU! BOTH OF YOU! AND WHOEVER MY OTHER TWO PARENTS ARE!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face and running to my room. I slammed the door and flopped down on my bed and sobbed into my pillow.
MOM'S POV
"Oh god, Ron, did we do the right thing?" I sobbed, putting my face in my hands.
"Yes, Sahara, we did," Ron said, pulling me into a hug. "I already called her other parents. They're on their way to pick her up. She'll be in their custody until she's 18."
"God...we only had her for 9 years...this isn't fair. It's just not. We won't get to see her grow up at all! Her first boyfriend, her first heartbreak, middle school, high school...We won't get to see any of that..." Just as I finished, the doorbell rang.
"That must be them," Rob said quietly, letting go of me and going to answer the door. He unlocked and opened it. "Hello."
"Hi," the man standing in front of Rob said. He extended his hand. "I'm Billie Joe and this is my wife Adrienne. You do remember us, right?"
"Of course," I smiled weakly, while Rob smiled and shook Billie Joe's hand. "Ami's up in her room. Follow me." I stood up and started up the stairs to Ami's room with Rob beside me and Billie Joe and Adie right behind us. "Ami? Sweetheart? Can we come in?"
"GO THE HELL AWAY!" Ami hollered through the door.
"We're coming in anyway," Rob said, opening her door. Ami looked up from her pillow and glared at us with her tear-stained face.
"You just do whatever the HELL you want to, don't you?" she snarled. "Like creating me from a test tube, you bastards."
AMI'S POV
I don't care how much I'm cursing. I learned it all from my CDs and my parents CDs. Yeah, you learn to curse real fast when your parents listen to metal.
"Ami, we know you're upset, but that doesn't give you any right to call us bastards," Dad said, sitting on the edge of my bed. "We are still your parents."
"Half of them," I muttered, burying my head back into my pillow.
"Well, they're here to meet you, and whether you like it or not, you'll be living with them until you're 18." I glared up at him again, and looked over to where my mom and other set of parents were standing. I fell off my bed.
"HOLY SHIT! THAT HURTS!" I yelled, hitting my head on my dresser.
"Nice one," the guy standing next to my mom laughed. My eyes widened. So that's where I get my eyes from.
"Billie Joe fucking Armstrong," I gasped. My jaw dropped. I never would have guessed this. How many times had I looked at his face on my walls, dreaming of the day I would meet Green Day. Yup. Nine and in love-with music. Adie whispered something to him and he walked over and lifted me up by my elbow. I was still in complete and utter shock.
"Ha...You have the same eye color as me," Billie Joe, or I should say Dad, said. Wait, what do I call him?
"Um...shit...what should I call you? Now that I know I have two dad's and all?" I said, still staring at Billie Joe.
"Billie Joe or Dad if you want, I don't really care."
"Same here," Adie said. "You can call me Adie or Mom if you want."
Yea, um, hi. My name's Ami Hatcher, and I just found out I have four parents. I'm 9, have waist length, very light blonde hair mixed with midnight black, and the greenest eyes you've ever seen.
"Sweetie, please understand," mom said. She reached out to me, but I pulled back. I could see the hurt on her face and immediately felt guilty. "They chose the people; there was nothing we could do about it. I'm-we're-so sorry we didn't tell you sooner."
"Tell me SOONER!? YOU KEPT THIS FROM ME FOR 12 FREAKING YEARS! DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE THIS CALMLY! FUCKING CALMLY!?"
"Language!" Dad hollered. I glared at him.
"I HATE YOU! BOTH OF YOU! AND WHOEVER MY OTHER TWO PARENTS ARE!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face and running to my room. I slammed the door and flopped down on my bed and sobbed into my pillow.
MOM'S POV
"Oh god, Ron, did we do the right thing?" I sobbed, putting my face in my hands.
"Yes, Sahara, we did," Ron said, pulling me into a hug. "I already called her other parents. They're on their way to pick her up. She'll be in their custody until she's 18."
"God...we only had her for 9 years...this isn't fair. It's just not. We won't get to see her grow up at all! Her first boyfriend, her first heartbreak, middle school, high school...We won't get to see any of that..." Just as I finished, the doorbell rang.
"That must be them," Rob said quietly, letting go of me and going to answer the door. He unlocked and opened it. "Hello."
"Hi," the man standing in front of Rob said. He extended his hand. "I'm Billie Joe and this is my wife Adrienne. You do remember us, right?"
"Of course," I smiled weakly, while Rob smiled and shook Billie Joe's hand. "Ami's up in her room. Follow me." I stood up and started up the stairs to Ami's room with Rob beside me and Billie Joe and Adie right behind us. "Ami? Sweetheart? Can we come in?"
"GO THE HELL AWAY!" Ami hollered through the door.
"We're coming in anyway," Rob said, opening her door. Ami looked up from her pillow and glared at us with her tear-stained face.
"You just do whatever the HELL you want to, don't you?" she snarled. "Like creating me from a test tube, you bastards."
AMI'S POV
I don't care how much I'm cursing. I learned it all from my CDs and my parents CDs. Yeah, you learn to curse real fast when your parents listen to metal.
"Ami, we know you're upset, but that doesn't give you any right to call us bastards," Dad said, sitting on the edge of my bed. "We are still your parents."
"Half of them," I muttered, burying my head back into my pillow.
"Well, they're here to meet you, and whether you like it or not, you'll be living with them until you're 18." I glared up at him again, and looked over to where my mom and other set of parents were standing. I fell off my bed.
"HOLY SHIT! THAT HURTS!" I yelled, hitting my head on my dresser.
"Nice one," the guy standing next to my mom laughed. My eyes widened. So that's where I get my eyes from.
"Billie Joe fucking Armstrong," I gasped. My jaw dropped. I never would have guessed this. How many times had I looked at his face on my walls, dreaming of the day I would meet Green Day. Yup. Nine and in love-with music. Adie whispered something to him and he walked over and lifted me up by my elbow. I was still in complete and utter shock.
"Ha...You have the same eye color as me," Billie Joe, or I should say Dad, said. Wait, what do I call him?
"Um...shit...what should I call you? Now that I know I have two dad's and all?" I said, still staring at Billie Joe.
"Billie Joe or Dad if you want, I don't really care."
"Same here," Adie said. "You can call me Adie or Mom if you want."
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