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10:05 PM.Staggering a little less than normally, I made my way home, no, to the house, and knocked on the door.Gently.Though slightly drunk, I wasn't stupid to go about banging the door. That alone will earn me punishment from my foster parents, Lilian and Joseph Bush. Not that it mattered. They always found the littlest thing to use against me.Taking in a deep breath, I waited for them to open the door. I turned the knob after hearing a 'click' and stepped into the house. For wicked and heartless people, Lilian and Joseph were quite neat. Cross that, they made sure I kept the house neat. They were average classed people, living in the suburb part of the city. Affording complete and rich meals each day, with a good dose of alcohol on the side.I waited a minute or two, and when I saw no sign of them, I proceeded to run to my room. "And where do you think you're going?" the menacing voice stopped me in my tracks. Joseph."And in such a hurry?" Lilian added, a sneer evident in her

Emily's POVDamn...I must have been so awed by the beautiful surrounding that I forgot to adjust my hair.Lorenzo looked like he wasn't ready to let me go without an answer."I uh...nothing. It's nothing," I replied and turned away, pretending to look at the building in front of me.He cupped my chin in his hand and turned me to face him, so that he could get a clearer view of my cheeks."This isn't nothing, Emily. Tell me what happened."OK, I really didn't like the fuss he was making over the issue. It's not like I owe him an explanation, neither does he have any business in my life.I pulled his hand down from my face."Excuse me, but what does this have to do with you? It's not like my life is something you can ask about at will. And beside, because you're rich doesn't mean you can barge into somebody's affair and boss around. I value my privacy, Lorenzo, and so should you."I stormed off, forgetting that we were planning to have lunch."Oh, and thanks for the mockery in the form

I laid on my uncomfortable bed, staring at the ceiling as I tried not to think about Lorenzo and what happened today.Great, just a few minutes of talking to him, and he's already infiltrated my mind.I turned on the bed to get more comfortable, clutching the pillow tightly to myself.It was still unbelievable that I'd actually followed him to lunch. Was I that stupid, or hungry!? I shook my head.Then I just remembered something.I scurried out of bed and knelt on the floor, reaching my hand under the bed to pull out a box.I sat cross legged on the floor and took off the lid.This box contained every evidence, and things connected to my birth. They weren't much, but still....I won't stop hoping.I slipped on rubber gloves and began to take out the items one by one.The first was a baby blanket, plain white with blue floral designs. One edge was scorched, either by fire of what, and it smelled kind of dusty and smoky.The second was a shaker, still good as. new. The third was one si

Hi, good afternoon Mrs Crosby, Mrs William. Welcome," Lilian said in a sweet voice.Those were the social workers. I see now."What brings you here today? You didn't tell us you'll be coming. My husband and I just returned home.""We were in the neighborhood," said Jackie Crosby, with a smile, "and decided to stop by and see how Anne's doing.""Aren't you going to let us in?" Iness William asked with a less friendly tone and more suspicions."Of course," Joseph said, and Lilian laughed nervously as they ushered the women inside."Please sit down," Lilian said."So, where's Emily?" Jackie Crosby asked happily."Anne....well you see...Emily is----""Not back from school," Joseph completed."Yeah, exactly. You know how studious she is. Always making good grades and all that. We're proud of her," Lilian said and leaned on Joseph's shoulder, posing a fake picture of a happy family."Okay....," Iness William drawled, still doubting. "Why's your sitting room a shamble?""I left early, I have

Strange.Lorenzo wasn't in class.Quite odd, because he always was. Whenever I came in late, he was the first person I set my eyes on.Hey, he's my seatmate, nothing romantic about that.Maybe he's running late... or maybe he's angry at me for yesterday?Nope, he's definitely running late.An hour later.No Lorenzo.I'm too concerned, but that's just because I'm guilty.I got out of class and went to the garage, where I saw his car, and the driver. So, where was he?I walked to him."Hi, good morning."He broke into a smile when he recognized me, or was it something more hello miss."Umm...I haven't seen Lorenzo in class today, where's he?""Oh, he's in school. But very busy.""Busy?" Doing what?"Sì, busy. But he asked me to give you this," he reached into the car and brought out a brown paper bag.I peered inside and smiled. Doughnuts. So he wasn't angry with me anymore."Thanks. And please tell him I apologized for yesterday.""Okay."I waved and walked back to class.Damn this old