Not so great but I wrote for a writing course last semester and thought you might enjoy!

Hello my name is…

She stood outside the entrance nervously twiddling her thumbs, slightly rocking back and forth on her heels. Thirty years ago her mother had waited outside these wrought iron gates. Now she stood in the same spot well put together. Confidence was building inside of her with each step she took.  She was ready to impress everyone but most importantly she was ready to show Michael Spear who she really was.

“Percy! Is that you?” A high pitched, screechy and annoyingly loud voice asked.

“I go by Percilla now. Have we met?” She vaguely recognized her from studying the old year books.

“Yea I was your class president, prom queen and now chair of the alumni committee. Don’t you remember? The last time we saw each other I think you were preg-” Sharon started to say.

“Nope doesn’t ring a bell sorry.” She continued into the building quickly.

“Well any way you look great now- haven’t aged a day” she yelled after her.

She immediately downed a glass of wine. If she was going to convince everyone of who she was she needed to loosen up a bit first. The graduating class of 1981 had been rather small with only 90 or so other students.  That made it hard to forget someone.

                "Percy!” she heard a group beckon her over.

She took another swig of wine and headed towards the group.

“My lord Percy Jeffers is that really you?” One girl asked.

“It’s Percilla Longoria now. I’m married… to a senator.”

“I have never heard of a Senator Longoria.” Another girl stated suspiciously.

“Different state than where you’re from.”  She announced nonchalantly. “He’s a great guy” she continued “Couldn’t make it tonight. He’s very busy at work. He’s working on some high profile laws right now. You know how life is for a senator and his wife.” She laughed nervously and refilled her already empty wine glass.

She mingled over to another group and began telling them extravagant tales of how she had almost been captured when she was working overseas, the time a pilot let her fly an air plane, when she was almost bitten by a deadly rattle snake and how she was close personal friends with Mark Zuckerburg. It was hard to believe that so many extraordinary things could happen to a single person. She drank more wine and by this time it was hard for her to remember what lies she had told to whom.

She went to walk down the stairs. She was about to go talk to Michael Spear. This was her big moment. This was her grand finale. As Percilla was approaching the last step she missed it and went flying into the air. She landed on her belly but her head hit the stair rail. Everyone came rushing forward. Phones were pulled out and people dialed 911. She was knocked unconscious.

The paramedics arrived shortly.

“What’s her name?” They asked.

“Percilla Longoria!” One person shouted at the same time another person shouted “Percilla Evans!” The paramedics looked at each other confused. Each one claimed that was how she had introduced herself.

“She’s married to Senator Longoria” One man reasoned.

“No” the other man said “she told me her husband was a film producer.”

Everyone was confused who was the modern day Percilla and why had she been lying to everyone? What was really going on? A simple reunion night had turned into an investigation. The police were searching file records for every name that she had used that night. Under the females maiden name Percilla Jeffers the police found a death certificate stating that the woman who was lying on the stretcher before them had died six years prior in a car accident. This reveal led to more confusion and chaos among the officers and the party attendees.

The officers began to interview some of the attendees. One person noted that, “Percy either uses really good skin cream or she just looks a lot younger than the rest of our class. I swear it looks like she hasn’t aged a day.” That thought intrigued the officers.

All of the sudden Percilla or whoever this person was sat straight up on the stretcher and announce slightly short of breath, “My name…. is.. Megan…. Jeffers and Michael Speer is my father. He was at the party tonight. Please find him.”

The police escorted Michael into the room where the story of Percilla and Megan Jeffers was revealed. Michael and Percilla had conceived a baby girl -the now older Megan- on their prom night. Megan had come tonight because she wanted to meet her biological father for the first time.  After her mother’s death a few years ago Megan had begun looking into Percilla’s past to find her father. She wanted to make sure she had the right man so she had pretended to be her mother.  She was going to slyly find out if that was her father and if it was she was going to reveal her true identity. She had finished telling her story and was awaiting Michael’s reaction. Nothing happened. She looked him in the eye stuck out her hand and said, “Hello my name is Megan Jeffers and I believe I am your daughter.”