Chapter One

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 Zadia was sitting on her front porch watching the squirrels jump from tree to tree. The wind blew her curly brown hair away from her chocolate brown eyes. The day was beautiful, the sky was a rich creamy blue, the trees' green leaves swayed silently in the golden sunlight. Even the animals seemed to be at peace. Zadia walked down to her favorite tree and climbed up each branch until she got up to the one with her initials on it. She couldn't remember ever not having her initials on it; they seemed to have always been there. Once she tried to show them to her parents, but they couldn't see them. She figured that they just weren't high enough to see them, but it was odd that they never put them there. She knew she certainly didn't! She sat down with her back against the smooth bark. She grabbed her book out of the old squirrel hole and started reading it.

An hour or so later Zadia heard her mom calling her. “Zadia were are you? Zadia come here this minute!” “Coming!” she responded, but as she crawled down the tree she lost her balance and fell off the branch. “HELP!” she cried, but before she knew it she was laying on the grass with her arm in a very awkward position, and her head was throbbing. “Mom” she croaked, but an instant after that, she blacked out.

When she finally woke up, she found herself alone in the E.R. How did I get in here? She wondered. She tried to push herself up, but fell back with a cry of pain. Her head had a major headache, and her arm was in a sling. A moment later her parents came in the room. “Oh Zadia, are you alright?” they asked. “I . . . I don't know, I don't remember anything.” she said.“Well if you want to know what happened, you were coming down from that tree you always climb up and you fell off the branch. Your condition isn't as bad as it could be; you were very lucky. It was almost like you had someone with you before I got there.”

Zadia found out she had sprained her elbow, but her headache was only minor and would go away soon. She still didn't remember much, but the doctor said her memory would come back in a few days, once she was fully recovered. She left the hospital the next day. She was sure she could leave the same day, but the doctors wanted to make sure her headache didn't turn into any kind of concussion.

Apparently, Zadia's accident was so scary for her mom, that she became a paranoid freak. She must have spent the entire time coming up with a list of things Zadia wasn't allowed to do anymore. Some of which were, no staying out after 9:00, and she has to have 2 feet on the ground at all times, and worst of all she wasn't allowed in her tree anymore. Zadia guessed she should've seen that coming.

“Zadia, you are not allowed to ever be in any kind of a tree again!”

“But mom, please it's the only place I can find some peace and quiet!”

“Your room is perfectly fine for that!”

“No, it is not!”

“Yes, it is!”

Zadia decided that it wasn’t worth arguing. Her mom could be extremely stubborn when she wanted to be, and Zadia thought that she should take a nap. Her head was starting to hurt anyway. She flopped down onto her bed and threw the blankets over top of herself. Just as she was drifting off to sleep, her stomach growled and woke her. Huh, I guess I didn't eat in a little while, she thought. She climbed out of bed and walked down the stairs to get a snack.

She heard her parents talking in the kitchen, so she decided not to disturb them. They sounded very serious. She started walking back up the steps, but stopped when she heard her parents say her name. She crept back over and listened.

“Bob, I really don't think that will happen.”

“You never know how Zadia will take the news, Cara.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that matter, but she is soon going to be 16 and she has a right to know where she came from!”

“We don't even know where she came from!”

“But, Bob, you know we can't keep this a secret from her much longer!”

“Sure we can! Why couldn't we? We would just be doing what we think is best for her. Isn't that what parents are for?”

“ We might not even be her real parents!”

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