Finding My Real Parents

Hi my name is Alexia and I am 18 years old. I am adopted and I want to find my real parents. My mother who adopted me is a doctor and my father who adopted me owns a race car track. So your probable wondering where I am now? I'm at the race car track fixing race cars and of course racing them. I was adopted when I was little. When I was little, I was always wondered why my hair was blonde and my eyes where blue.

Race car track

"Alexia," My dad yelled are you ready for the race.

"Yep," I replied

"I know your going against all boys in this race but I know you can handle it!"

"Yeah I'm ready to go." I said and hoped in the race car.

"Have fun." My dad yelled starting it up.

I pressed the gas and I went to the starting line. I looked over to my competitor and he was pretty cute. He winked at me through his helmet and I just smiled. I looked to my right and my other competitor was pretty cute. Before I knew it, the race was about to start.

"RACERS START YOUR ENGINES!!!!!! READY GET SET GO!!!!"

Vroom my engine roared and all of us were head to head.

(15 minutes later)

I had won the race. There were snacks and well an after party for the racers who competed. I went over to the office and all the racers looked at me as i got in the door. I ignored there stares and went and got something to drink. My dad had walked in and had introduced me to the boys.

"Hi my name is Andrew". One guy said. He had brown eyes and his hair was dark brown and in a quiff.

"My name is Dylan." Another guy with blue and blonde hair said.
He was actually British which surprised me. His hair was what stood out the most from me, I liked it.

"I'm Jonathan. " The last guy introduced himself.
Brown eyes and had a kinda of a Justin Bieber look going on.

"Hi, nice to meet you guys I'm Alexia," I introduced myself.

After sitting down and talking, My dad had came and interrupted me when chatting with the guys.

"Alexia lock up for me,'' He demanded, throwing me the keys.

"Alright but how am I supposed to get home''? I asked. I didn't want to ask one of these guy for a ride and plus I probably smell like shit.

"Umm remember you have a couple of friends to come and pick you up. Ok, I have to go." He rushed out the door and I was looking speechless.

Everyone was still talking and Dylan had patted my back.

"I'll take you home." Dylan said his British accent running through my ears. I had looked at him and he had a nice smile on his face.

"Thanks but you don't have to" I smiled.

"I want to" he replied.
"You have no choice but to take the offer, seeing the situation your in," He added.

"Fine, I'll take the ride," I had smiled back at him but rolled my eyes.
He was not gonna let up, I could take the bus, but it doesn't run this late at night.

"OK guys I am going to lock up and it's nice meeting you guys." I said giving each of them a hug.

Each of them saying there goodbyes and heading out the door. Dylan stayed behind me and waited till I locked up everything.

"OK I am now done so lets go." I had said.

"Alright lets go."

He directed me to his car and opened the door for me.

"Thank you" I giggled.

He laughed and ran over to his side. Turning on the car he had played some songs and of course us jamming out to it. After 20 minutes I was at my Hollywood hills house.

"Thanks Dylan for giving me a ride." I smiled at him.

"Anytime," He looked at me then looked up at my house.

"What?" I sarcastically said knowing he was gonna say something about how big my house was.

"Yes yes, I know its big and its not a mansion even though it looks like it from the outside and the neighborhood I live in." I had to inform him.
He was so sexy, I didn't even notice his tats on his arm till now and his muscles.

He laughed at me making me giggle.

"Alright see you later." I said closing the door.

"Bye." He waved.

I walked the long drive way up to my front door. Digging in my purse for the keys.
"Fuck," I cursed.
I just remembered where I left them I left them in my room. I knew somewhere around here, on this porch had to be a spare key. My mom always believed in that.
Looking for a spare key under the mat and in the plant next to the door. I finally found, Walking in to my house it was totally dark. Walking up the stairs I had pasted my parents bedroom hopefully wondering if they weren't awake. I past my brother's bedroom. Yep, I do have a sibling but he isn't adopted I actually have 3 brothers that are 14 years old. Creeping to my bedroom I got there in time and had closed the door silently. Turning on the light I had dropped my bag on my bed and had went to my desk. Taking in a huge breath of air because of my sleepiness. I got up and changed in to some comfortable clothes. Laying in bed looking at the clock and noticing it was 12:00 and a Sunday having to go to school in the morning was rough. Turning off my light trying to go to sleep but not being able to. Looking back at my day I just was thinking the way Dylan smiled at me and his laugh and his muscles and the way he walked. Thinking to my self, if I was in love asking my self that over and over again I dont think I could say I was in love. I think I liked him instead of loved him.

"Big difference" I said to myself.
Falling in to a deepsleep I went.