I've Got Your Back

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE:

" Ava, hello anyone in there?" my friend Dani (short for Danielle) said waving her hand in front of my face.

"Sorry I spaced, what were you saying?"

I tended to occasionally tune out of most of the conversations my friends had. I kind of had the attention span of a gold fish, and liked to do my own thing. I would rather put my headphones on and blast my music, or maybe skateboard around the park across from our apartment building. But now we were in my room, which was as usual- a mess. My mom would constantly shake her head at me, saying she doesn't understand how anyone can live like this, but I just could. It's not a mess, it's a design.

Tonight though Dani sat on my bed and I was sitting on my usual spot; the floor. My friends always comment how I don't sit anywhere but the floor, even if there were 20 couches I would choose the floor.

" I was saying, that we have to figure out what to be for Josh's party." She said.

"The party? That's in like two weeks. I thought we were just going to see whats on clearance the night before" I told her

" I know but this year Josh is making his annual birthday bash and we're actually allowed to come." She said seeming very concerned

Josh is my older brother, he's 20 and always kicks my friends and I out of the house on his birthday so he can have his party. My parents have two rules about it, since they don't stay the whole night. They can't stand loud pop music, or so they say. Rule number one: no alcohol. Rule two: anyone under the age of 17 can't come over. Which meant every year me, my 15 year old brother Ryan, and 17 year old (like yours truly) brother Aden, were all by our friends house.

Aden and I are the same age, and no we are not twins. You see I'm adopted. It's totally cool and I don't really have any interest in finding my birth parents. I know how my parents found me, they didn't keep it a secret, and told me when I was very little that I was adopted. They said that on a cold March second it was raining hard and they heard the doorbell ring and a babies cry. They opened the door, and in a small basket was a beautiful baby girl wrapped in a pink blanket with a note attached to it. The note said;

Dear generous people,

It is with the biggest regret that I am doing this but I have to, I'm leaving my daughter to you, you can choose to ignore it or take her in and care for her as if she was your own. Her name is Ava and she was born February second in Beth Israel hospital. She weighed 8 lbs and I love her very much. I love her so much that I am willing to sacrifice my happiness for hers. She will have no life with me, at least not a happy one, and I don't wish that on anyone. If I have to suffer I will. All sins have repercussions, and I won't make anyone but myself pay for them. So please generous people, please take Ava so she will have a happier life than the one I'm living, and please tell her that I love her very much.

My parents showed that letter to me when I was twelve years old. I never wanted to know who my mother was. I understood she did what she did to save me, and she didn't give me up, she gave her happiness up. What I find amazing is how my parents had a baby on the way and still brought me into their lives.

Anyways to get back on track.....

" I don't know, be whatever you want. Be Dorothy, I think Josh is being the wizard." I told her, not really caring what she dressed up as.

It was a costume party, and she was stressing way too much about it.

" Haha very funny I am not matching your 20 year old brother." She said sounding annoyed at me

" Fine so match my seventeen year old brother he's being a pirate I think"

" I don't want to match any of your brothers! I want to think of the sickest costume that the whole New York will be talking about forever."