Chapter 5

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I still haven't talked to my family. Life has been boring. Very, very boring.

I still had a lot questions. I had to talk to my parents. I went down stairs. I saw my mom. She didn't she me. She looks so stressed out. "Mom" I said. "Hun, look, I'm sorry. Okay? There is nothing else I can do." She said. She was acting like she hated me. "Mom, I want to ask you something.." "What?" She asked. "My parents, are they alive?" I asked. "Your mom is, your dad isn't: that's why she put you up for adoption. She didn't have enough money" "oh." I said.

I walked up to my room. I was thinking. What if I could find my mom? And what if I didn't have to do it alone? But I didn't know where she lived or what her name was. She couldn't be far..

I made up my mind. I wanted to find my mother. My real mother. I got a piece of paper and started to plan it out. I would leave Wednesday night. I didn't know anything. Nothing. But I'll figure it out. I hope so. And it's not just for me. But my parents lives would be easier. They wouldn't have to worry about me.

It was the next day. Mom and dad were on vacation. I plan to tell my sisters. I hope they won't tell and can keep a secret.

Sammie and Sydney were sitting on the couch. I walked over. I have to talk to you guys. "Talk." Sammie said. "I.." "I want to find my real mother." "What?" Sydney said. "I hope you guys can keep a secret. I'm leaving Wednesday." I Said. "Oh really." Sydney said. "Really." I said. "So you're telling me your leaving to find your real mother. Well, you've already met her. Mom has took care of you your whole life. Unlike your "real" mom. She didn't even want you. You really want to meet the person who abandoned you?" "Sydney! Stop that!" Sammie said. "It's not that she didn't want me. She couldn't keep me. I just want to see her. And then I'll be back!" I screamed. "Meg, you don't know where she lives. You don't even know her name. Meg, don't do it please." Sammie said. "Please don't tell. I'll be gone on Wednesday." I said.

I went into my room. Wednesday is in two days. In two days, I'll be gone.

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