This is part two of Break Into Eternity!
I thought I was going to lose my mind. Who was going to take care of me? I didn’t have any family left. My father left my mom when I was born and I never heard from him since I was five. My grandparents died when I was younger. I had no godparents. Nothing.
Foster care was the first thing in my mind and I knew I didn’t want to go there, but what else could I do? Well, they put me up for adoption because in my mother’s will it says that if she was ever to die I get put up for adoption in the hope that my dad will adopt me. If he ever knew I was here, which he didn’t, so that was pretty much a useless idea. Now I have been here for six weeks. I don’t know what I’m going to do, live here my whole life? A lot of the kids in this place have been here since birth…
I started drifting off. My eyelids closing, falling asleep, awaiting what the new day would bring.
The light coming through the clear windows woke me up. I looked at the clock and it read 9:12 AM. I was exhausted, but it was Saturday so I planned to go back to sleep, until the phone rang.
I answered it. “Hello?” I said in a hoarse voice.
“Is this Clare Lenora?” The voice on the other line spoke in my ear.
“Yeah, why?” I was wondering why the office people in the adoption center would be needing me at nine o’clock in the morning.
“Well, we found where your dad lives. We need you down here immediately.” I was puzzled I couldn’t think strait. Was I dreaming? Did they really know where my dad lives?
“M-my dad?” I nearly whispered into the phone.
“Yes,” I didn’t believe any of it.
“Oh, ok. I’ll be in the office in a second I just have to get ready.” I said in a rush.
“We will be waiting.”
“Thanks you, bye,” I hung up, and ran my fingers through my hair trying to figure everything out. Then got up off my bed and tiptoed through the room trying not to wake my roommates. I grabbed my clean clothes from the drawer near the closet, and stepped inside the bathroom. First I looked in the mirror seeing my pretty blue eyes with dark purple circles under them. I felt like a dead girl walking. My fingers wiped my eyes and then they made their way to the tooth brush and toothpaste. When I was done brushing my teeth I took a shower scrubbing my brownish-red hair that fell to my shoulders, and dressed in a hurry. When I was about to leave Stacy and Adri were awake and asked what was going on.
“Nothing, I’ll tell you later.” And I slammed the door. I could hear them yelling something to me as I was outside the door, but I didn’t really care. I fast walked down the hallway and then pressed the elevator buttons one too many times. When I was in the office I saw a few people. There was a woman, probably the one that called me, behind a desk with a computer and phone on it. She had strawberry blond hair up in a neat bun, and wore a grey suit with diamond ear rings that looked like they were worth a lot of money. I also saw a man sitting in a chair by the exit door. He looked like he was in his sixties with his grey, almost white, hair. He wore a black suit and tie.
“Hello, you must be Clare, my name is Donna.” She got up to shake my hand. The man in the chair was reading a vacationing magazine I noticed, when I looked up at him I could tell he was peeking up from his magazine to see what was going on.
“Hi,” I said to Donna.
“Please, come this way.” She gestured to a long hallway with her hand, and I went in that direction. As we went down the hallway I noticed there was a lot of drawings and paintings on the wall, from the littler kids here I guessed. Donna led me into a room with a desk with a computer on it and two chairs sitting across from it. I sat down in a chair. “Wait here I will be right back.” She left the room, and I was alone to look around. I got up from the chair I was sitting in and looked out the window by lifting the blinds. The sunlight was blinding, I quickly closed them. I scanned the wall. Picture. Picture. Document. Window. Clock, found it, I thought. It was now 11:00 o’clock. I sat back in my chair and before I knew it Donna was back with a different man who looked younger than the one in the waiting room, about in his twenties or thirties.
“Good morning,” he said with a smile, he looked very cheerful. “My name is Mister Winifred, but u can call me Shawn if you’d like.”
“Ok,” I couldn’t decide what to call him. Was it really that hard of a decision? Mister Winifred, or Shawn, sat down at the desk and Donna stood at his side. They looked as if they were dating or married. Then Donna spoke up.
“Ok let’s cut to the chase. We have found where your father lives, we called him and he has agreed to let you live with him. If you didn’t know his name is Henry Lenora, I see you have taken his last name, and he lives in Manchester, New Hampshire. He has a wife, Linda, and a daughter, Olivia.” She said it all in a rush I didn’t quite catch it all.
I thought for a second, just be
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It’s hard to tell how well I’d like it — all I can tell is that you write with proper grammar but not beautiful prose and that the plot involves adoption. Nothing here makes me particularly care about the characters or what happens to them.