Before the green girl could get a good look at me, I took off running back through the woods. I had never run so fast in my life. I could swear my feet weren't even touching the ground.  

I soon encountered the fence again, so I jumped, flipped in the air, and landed perfect, flat on my feet. I was safe now. 

But before I could do anything, I collapsed on the ground, and the world went black.

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"Morgan.........Morgan? Josh, I think she's coming to!" She first thing I heard when I woke up was my mother's voice. 

"M-mom?" I stuttered, starting to wake up, "What's g-going on? I-I thought you were in b-Beach City." 

"We found you passed out in the back yard!" Dad gasped. "I called your mother and she came home to give you first aid! Why don't you tell US what happened?!"

I sat up slowly, and the ice pack my parents had put on my head rolled into my lap. Then I remembered. The fence. The woods. The green girl. The birthmarks. I guess I had used so much of my energy running, I had blacked out.

"I-I-I was...." I stammered, knowing I couldn't tell Mom about the green girl. She'd either not believe it, or be very mad at me for going over the fence. "I-I was trying to see how fast I could run, and I was being stupid and ran face-first into the fence." I said, blushing as much as I could, satisfied again with my excuse-making abilities. 

"Oh," Dad almost-chuckled, "That's all." 

"Um...Yeah." I smiled nervously, hoping he bought my story, "What else did you think it would be?"

"I don't know!" Mom cut in, "Your dad's just being paranoid!" I laughed a little bit. 

There was a silence. My experience with the green girl kept nagging at me. Should I have told Mom and Dad? Instead, I decided to ask a question I had been wondering since I woke up. 

"Mom? Dad? Why do I have this birthmark-thing?" I ask.

Mom gulped. "What birthmark thing?" She asked, but her gaze seemed to lose me. 

"This one," I said pointing to the hard, pink, square thing on my palm. "I've always kind of wondered about it. You've never told me much about what it is."

"Well...Well...It-It's a birthmark M-Morgan." Mom stuttered, sounding almost....nervous. "You inherit it. It's harmless."

"Then why don't you have it?" I asked, suddenly feeling nervous for some reason. Something wasn't adding up right. This seems to catch Mom by surprise. 

Mom doesn't answer.

Neither does Dad.

"Mom, Dad, what's going on?" I asked, starting to feel very nervous. I rubbed by birthmark, as if it would actually work and calm me down. 

Mom whispered something in Dad's ear. Dad sighs and nods slowly. "Morgan, we need to have a little talk." He said solemnly. 

"A long time ago," Mom spoke up, "Your dad and I were just reading the newspaper on a wet, rainy evening when someone knocks on the door."

"We used to live in Beach City," Dad pipes in.

"There was a middle-aged man at the door. He was holding a newborn baby." Mom says, seeming to bite back tears. "He said he couldn't take care of the baby at all. The mother had died, and he couldn't watch over it. So we took the baby. She was a small, beautiful little girl, with bright blue eyes, smooth blonde hair, and a rosy complexion. We could swear her skin almost glowed. And she had some sort of birthmark, one like I had never seen before. It was like a hard pink stone, but it was transparent. When I asked for the baby's name, the man said Morgan and the man ran off, and we never saw him again." Mom said, tearing up at the last word. 

I couldn't take it all in. "Mom. Dad. What are you saying?" My voice cracked, afraid how they might respond. 

"Morgan," Mom sighed, "I'm sorry. We're not your real parents."

"You're adopted."