Beep!Beep!Beep!Beep! Ugh...
It was another ordinary morning that began an ordinary day. It's always been the same routine.
I change, I have breakfast, I catch the bus, I go to school, I study, I do homework, I have my free-time and then go back to bed, already exhausted mentally for the next day's work to come.
It's just so boring to do the same things over and over and over. Each day is like a slowly fading photograph that I soon get sick of after more than two hundred times of looking at it.
It's been four years since my so-called "family" and I had moved. Strangest thing is, is that I still feel like I don't belong in this place. Sometimes...I wonder if I ever belonged to one.
You see, I'm actually adopted. When I was younger--less than a toddler--I was found settled in the middle of the road. I had almost gotten ran over. My only thought on this is "What type of moron would run over a baby?"
But I am grateful to him or her...kind of.
The mystery person sent me to an orphanage where I spent about half of my life.
When I'd turned twelve, Joe and Margot came into my life. They were adults, and for adults they were pretty okay. They liked to come to the orphanage a lot and donated money for clothes, food, and etc.
I liked to spend time with them. In our days of playing games and chatting, I came to really trust them. They did do everything in their power to keep me entertained.
One day, without surprise, they'd finally adopted me. My excitement agitated into nervousness as I heard that I had new siblings. The anxiety began to grow on my long car ride over to my new place.
Then, bloomed as I stepped through the door.
What I didn't expect was a wave of adventure to come over me as I looked upon the boy and girl's faces. We had a great time, talking gossip and hanging around like monkeys released from cages. At that time, I was so happy; it turned out to be the best day of my .
As I stayed my first night, I noted that Alabama was a beautiful part of the country and soothingly calm, but still it would take me a long time to get used to the humid state.
I missed my old friends and the people from the orphanage. With a glimmer of hope, I asked Joe and Margot if we were ever to going to go back to Spain, but blatantly they said that we had "better opportunities" here in the U.S.
I was crushed.
Well, it doesn't matter, really. Not like anyone cares about it.
About me.
It's been four years already; I am bound to learn how to move on.
I slipped on my khaki pants and a blue polo shirt, brushed my hair, and fixed my necklace, the only thing that I have left from the past.
For some reason, I've never been able to take it off. When I first came to the orphanage, the people in charge of the building tried to take it off, but they couldn't.
I guessed it was because it was made out of some type of super metal. Well, I was indebted because this necklace was really the only clue that I had.
The only clue to finding the place where I was born.
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For breakfast I have the same, boring, old Kellogg's cereal. It's taste was long overdue, but I guzzled in a rush for three minutes stood between me and my bus.
