Forget Me Not

Chapter One- Freedom

Tomorrow is the day. The day my life will change forever. It's the day I finally get my freedom. I'm not saying I didn't have freedom before though. My care workers used to allow me to go to the shops and to the cinema now and the , but never have I been able to go to a different country alone. It will be scary and nerve-racking, and I won't know where to start. But I have been waiting for this day for nearly all my life.
My life hasn't been bad, but it hasn't been a fairytale either. After all, I am Faye Winters. I have never truly felt happy, I used to feel it was impossible to be happy.

It all started when I was 3 years old. I always figured I must have been a noisy baby, and that's why my mother gave me up. All I remember is the smell of that musky perfume my Mum wore, and the lullabies she sung to me. And then I remember going to this strange building, with a huge wooden front door...the children's home. I haven't got a lot of memories of the early stages in my life, but in a way I still felt I grew up with my Mum. All those magazine articles, photoshoot's and films, my Mum being in the public eye all the time. I'm not sure exactly when she became famous, but I have always felt proud to tell people she is my mother, even though nobody believed me at school.
I have always felt like a huge part of me is missing and I have never felt whole. But tomorrow I'm eighteen. I have been saving up my pocket money ever since I can remember, I have done extra chores and done paper rounds and I have washed countless cars in the neighbourhood, all for this day. After all the thing's I have read about my Mum, it's obvious she lives in Hollywood. My Mum is english, like me, but she has been living there for so long she has probably forgotton her old life... she has maybe even forgotton me, but I have to try and fill the missing part of my life.

I sit on my bed in my room and look around. I can't believe this is the last night I will be here, and see everyone. The children are nice to talk to here and I have grown up with many of them, including the care workers. I haven't told anyone where I'm going, only that I will be going somewhere. I hate not being able to tell anyone, but I can't have anyone thinking I am stupid for going all the way to America to find someone who probably don't want to see me. But the care workers and the children here won't understand, they would just tell me I should move on and stay here in London, which I have never wanted to do. My dream has always been to find my Mum, and I won't stop now.
I look at my bag by my waredrobe and think of case I have put in my waredrobe, and then I look at my purse which is on the end of my bed. I think of how much I have saved throughout my life, and I suddenly get nervous about what I should do when I get to L.A. I will have to look around for hotels, being as I don't know any places there to go to. I think of all those dollars in my purse, making the zip hard to fasten on it. Maybe I can get a bank card when i'm there, I haven't thought of how long I will be there but I have my visa so at least I don't need to worry about that.
"Faye?" My care worker, Sharon, calls from the hallway.
I quickly pick up my purse and put it under my pillow, and sit up straight.
"Come in." I say to her, as she opens my door and strides in and stands by my bed.
"It's time for bed. But I just wanted to say good luck in your future. I hope you come back and see me soon." Sharon smiles at me and puts a strand of her long, blonde hair behind my ears.
I have always liked Sharon. She has always kind of understood me, and tried to cheer me up on my bad days. It makes me sad that this might be the last time I see her, well in a long time anyway.
"Thanks, Sharon. Goodnight." I know I can't promise I will come back to see her, although i want to. I just smile at her as she walks out and turns off my light. I pick up my purse from under my pillow and put it inside my bag, before climbing into bed and think about the next day.