Rebel into a New Me

Being a teenager is one thing, but finding out that your mom is not your mom, your dad is not your dad, your brother is not your brother, your sister is not your sister, and so on.. was harder than peer pressure to me. Peers try to get you to do things like drink, smoke, steal, bully, and have sex early. A simple "I dont want to" or "No" is all that stands between making the right and wrong choice with your peers. To my adopted father, did he think a simple "Maybe this is the reason you act the way....." or throwing a piece of paper at me was all that stood between making the right and wrong choice with me?
From the day I found out I was not a blood relative to the people I loved til about two years ago, I was left completely in the dark about what my adopted mother felt on how my adopted father told me. I was also left in the dark about how my adopted father felt as well. So at fifteen, I developed my own light to the situation:

I'm different so it's time to act different.

I was an honor student, now it"s time to be just a student.

I had low self esteem about my looks, so now it's time to stand out

I do not know who my real parents are, so it's time to act like I don't have parents at all.

It's time to Rebel into who I feel I am at fifteen now!

I began to just look at everyday as "It's all about ME" and these people can't tell me what to do anymore, I will be who I am, whoever I am. I started hanging out, skipping school with friends to hang out at their houses or Mcdonalds, or the pizza place. I would sign myself out of class, forge my adopted father's signature for notes when I didn't feel like going to school, go to the mall with friends, I even dated outside of my race because my adopted father didn't want us too. It got to the point that the job I had, I would stop going to work to hang out with my friends. There was a lot of house parties, so I went. It was so easy, so fun, but so tiring at times. I had all the plans in place, I changed my grades and my absences on my report card (the school messed up by allowing students to take home their report cards!). I would walk in the house and not care to speak, have dinner with the family, watch television with them, or anything. As far as school, my adopted father found out I was skipping school by making a guess appearance to the school to check on things and then things started to become a prison. My mom started picking me up from school every day, I was in the house most of the time, so I did the next best thing; I stopped trying to be bad and just decided to be a mute instead. I did my work at school, came home, ate, watched tv in my room, showered, and slept, and did it all again the next day and the next..... My adopted father and I weren't on speaking terms anyway for "I cant remember" how long. He was even petty to the point of putting up yellow posted notes throughout the house of things he wanted me to do. For instance if a bathroom needed to be cleaned, he put a sticky note on the door. So I would just pulled it off and stick it on the table and not worry about it. But one day, I do not remember the exact time, he called me downstairs to the kitchen. I came down with my attachment, my Certificate of Adoption, in my hand. He looked at me, put his arm around me and walked me to the empty sink, took my paper out of my hand, put it in the sink, and set it on fire. That was our conversation and that was that.           TO HIM. (20 years later we finally had a real conversation)