The missing word

Chapter one: A new beginning

"Happy birthday honey, I have to tell you something" said Angeline's mother gazing down at her daughter from the top of the stairs. It was Angeline's sixteenth birthday and she had just woken up. Angeline was almost normal. Her grades were good, she had a small, secure friend group and was in the netball club at her high school. Remember I said almost normal. Angeline had a heart bigger than most and loved everyone. In all honesty her parents were worried she was gay and as stupid as that sounds was undoubtedly true. Angeline and her parents had very different political beliefs. Angeline's parents saw Donald Trump as a hero and America's saviour whereas Angeline was more open minded and saw Donald Trump as an idiot dickbag.

Angeline was not beautiful nor was she ugly. She looked very different to her fair, blond and blue eyed parents and had startling strawberry red hair and green eyes. Freckles were dotted across her nose and cheekbones and had a small button nose that pointed upwards slightly at the end and a soft, jawline and dark defined eyebrows. She never really went through a emo phase unless you count her bangs. She was petite for her age and wasn't curvy and tanned like her friends. She had slim legs like the legs of a china doll and delicate arms and hands as soft as a butterfly.

Angeline sat at their dark oak table nibbling on some waffles when her parents came in and sat down beside her, tears swimming in their eyes.
"Mom? Dad? What's wrong" she asked intently
"We've been meaning to tell you this for a very long time now but we were too scared to tell you"
"Too scared to tell me what?" Her heart was beating like a drum and she was trying to keep her cool until her parents said

"You're adopted"

and before they could utter another syllable she stormed off to her room. I can't believe this she thought this must be some sick joke, oh my god, they aren't my real parents, why today? I have to find my real Mom and Dad....

*ANGELINE'S POV*

I sprint to my room and grab the nearest bag to me, a gray hiking bag, and grab my phone, phone charger, sports bras, clean underwear, Wellington boots, gray and purple flannel, my black vests, navy blue leggings,blue and white sweat pants and blue jeans, I grab my hiking coat from my coat rack and get my tooth brush and tooth paste. I brush out my hair, remove all traces of leftover makeup leaving my skin basking in its acne and tie my hair in pigtails and brushed out my fringe. I put on some running shoes and get a ladder from the spare room and climb out of my room to the back yard lugging the bag onto my back in the process. Where is the town hall? I can ask for my birth certificate ask for my parents names and where they live now and I'll go and find them and we can live together. I climb over some fences until I make it to a main road. I check my gray hiking back and find $20 from last time we went hiking. I run as fast as I can until I get to a gas station where an obese man sits smoking. I get to the womens bathroom and change into my jeans, clean underwear, sports bra and flannel and put the hiking jacket on over the top. I tie the laces of my running shoes and with my $20 dollars I buy a large bottle of water and some pads which came to $5 dollars and 50 cents. Pretty damn cheap. I jog out, the gray hiking bag bouncing on my back. I make it to the town hall and wait in line for what seems like hours until I make it to the front desk where a curvy, hispanic women sits patiently waiting for me to say something.
"Hi-umm-hello...I'd like to see my birth certificate or some sort of way of finding my biological parents"
"Name?" She ask raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow
"Angeline Rose Edwards"
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen...sixteen today actually" I reply awkwardly. God, I'm such a spork.

"I need your signature and I'll have look around and perhaps we can find your birth certificate and perhaps we'll find your parents. Also Miss would you like to know where they are staying?"
"Yes! Yes actually I would. That'd be great. 10 outta 10" she laughs at me. Oh god she laughed at me I can't right now. I just want to die in a hole. She rustles around for 10 minutes until she comes back up with a piece of paper in a glass frame.

"Well Miss Edwards it says here you're adopted, is this true?"
"Yes, my adoptive parents told me today. On my birthday." She looks shocked, now I have to say something "yeah, now I'm going to find my real parents"
"It says here that your biological mothers name is Bonnie Alessandro, she's 24 now and lived in Cincinatti last. As for your biological father, well he's dead, died 16th July 2008 due to suicide. I hope you find her. NEXT PLEASE" and before I could say a word I was shoved out of the way. I couldn't say I missed my Dad but it made me sad knowing I would never meet him.

And with that I left the building and started walking because it would take a long journey from there. So I started walking. And I kept walking. Until I met her.