"All right let's dig in" Mr. Hanson said sitting down at the dinner table

"Mom. Pass me the Mash potatoes Please" Ike my oldest brother said

He was the best brother of all in my mind. We never fight always got along and we spend a lot of time together. Unlike Tay who bothers the heck out of me.

"How was school today?" Mr. Hanson asked shaking pepper on his mash potatoes

"It was ok. I met this new kid. His name is Conor." I said before stuffing a piece of chicken in my mouth

"How was your?" Mr. Hanson asked Zac

"It was terrible like always."

"How? What happen?" Mrs. Hanson asked

"This one girl. She keeps on bothering all day. And plus she's in all my classes" Zac explained

"What's her name?" I asked beginning to get curious. I want to know who likes my little bro.

"Brianna" he replied

"Is there a last name?"

"I don't know it."

"We've been in school for 6 weeks now and you don't know her last name" I said rolling my eyes

"Well, I don't even like her. So why would I want to know her last name?" Zac said trying to get an attitude with me

"Well, excuse me." I said cocking an attitude right back at him

"Now kids don't start fighting," Mrs. Hanson said

"But, Mom she started it" Zac wined

"Oh whatever" I said about to start another fight

"Enough" Mr. Hanson said finally stepping in

"Sorry dad"

Dinner usually lasted about 30 minutes to and hour. And as always they would put Taylor and I together to do the dishes. I think they're trying to get me and him to get along. But I think they will never happen.

"Taylor get off your lazy butt and come help me. I got homework to do." I yelled at Taylor.

"Jeez I'm coming," He said getting up very slowly

"It's about time" I said when he finally got to the sink

"Anyways" He said rolling his eyes

"You get to wash the dishes tonight. I did it last night"

"No, No, No I did them last night" Taylor said

"No you didn't I did."

"Mom! Tell Taylor to do the dishes!" I yelled from the kitchen

"Tay do the dishes!" Mrs. Hanson yelled back from the living room

"But Mom"

"Don't but me. It's your turn"

"Fine, I'll wash you gotta rinse" Taylor said filling the sink with water

"Fine with me. I hate washing," I said getting a wet rag to wipe the table and counters

"So did you ask mom and dad about what we were talkin' about?" He asked

"Nope, Not yet. Don't you think if I was adopted they would tell me?" I asked going to the sink to rinse the dishes Taylor had already washed

"I don't know. Maybe they don't want you to know or something. You should ask them," Taylor said putting some dishes in my sink

"Why is it we fight, but when the adopted thing comes up we don't?" I said

"I don't know. Maybe we just have that connection"

"Maybe"

After that through the rest of the clean we were silent. I have been wondering after 11 years now Tay brings this is. Hmmm Maybe I should ask about it.