Practically Daddy [COMPLETE]

Chapter 1

Dismissal. Finally, the end of this long high school day. I will now finally go home to my annoying parents and brother, and do my homework. Ugh.

Once I went home nobody was there. Weird. I checked the home phone messages and there were six messages. All of them from a hospital near my house. I listened to it: Hello Josephine. I am very sorry to tell you this. When your parents were picking your younger brother up from school, another car came speeding behind their car, hit it, and killed your parents and brother.

I was shocked. I didn't even cry. It was too horrible to cry. I continued listening: We are very sorry for your loss. We have their ashes for you, so you can pick them up today. Once again, I am awfully sorry. Goodbye.

I sat down looking at the floor in regret. I regret not saying goodbye. I regret thinking I was too cool to kiss or hug them. I miss them so much. I will never have a real family again.

I left my house and went to the hospital. I picked up the ashes. I started crying. I never wanted to see them like this. I went home and thought about them. Suddenly I got another phone call. I walked over to the house phone and picked it up, and I heard a perky woman say: Hey Josephine! This is the New York Orphanage and Foster Care Center. Also known as the NYOFCC. Tomorrow morning we will be transferring you to an Orphanage or Foster Care. Your choice! So which one will it be?

"Orphanage, please" I said orphanage because foster care was weird to me. I didn't want to live with a bunch of other kids forever. I wanted to be adopted by a loving family, but will never be as loving and as great as my old family.

She continued talking: Great! We have five orphanages, one for each borough. Queens, Manhattan, and Bronx are full at the moment, so we will transfer you to Staten Island. The bus will be there at 10 am tomorrow. Have a good night!

She was way to happy for what she was talking about. It was now 7 pm, and I obviously didn't sleep. I stayed up all night on my living room couch, with Impractical Jokers on tv. I didn't really pay attention to the tv. The guys on the show usually helped me get over a lot, but this was incurable. I couldn't even laugh. They were in Staten Island, and I will soon be there too.