Take Note : It's All Different

4. Avery Charlie Ambrose

It had taken a few days for me to finally look at that christening letter again. I had put it down immediately after reading the name. I'd had enough names, dates and places etched into my mind for a lifetime. I looked over and over the information in front of me. I read all the notes I took. I stared at the highlighting and the underlining. I rewrote things on a another page. I threw pages in the direction of the bin. None of them went in but they did go in that general direction.

I hadn't been back to school and it was Tuesday night once more. I'd got the texts like where are u? Are you sick? When are you coming back. Bitch please answer. I'd received it all but there was too much for me to find out. I didn't want to return but Helen had already made it clear that I couldnt miss another day of school this week. Key words being this week. There was too much for me to inquire about. So I went through what I knew was true. I spoke it out loud to reassure myself.

My name is currently Angel Jane Kalecon.

I was born on the 13th of November 1997.

I was born as Angel Charlie Ambrose.

I am fifteen years old.

I do not really know who my family is.

Across from where I sat perched on my bed I saw the christening letter. The inscribed letters burned at my eyes. The name Avery was sketching its way onto my skin. When I looked down at the paper below me I had written Avery a thousand times. All different fonts and a few different colours but the words were not different. It just said Avery. Not once had I continued to research him. Nate said he knew about Avery and said he could answer my questions. But for once my curiosity was almost nonexistent. I was scared of what I may find or worried. My gut just told me it wouldn't be too nice.

There was no drive in me. My fire had burnt out. I was tired. Drained. Unenergised. Crashing. Falling. On the verge of a massive break down. Nate sat with me for a few hours looking at my notes that day and just laughed. He said I could look my parents up on yellow pages and my life would be sweet. I had to laugh at him because if my parents had not been police officers I probably would have.

When Nate left me that afternoon he left as a friend not as a brother. He left as a person I chose to be close to not as a person I lived with. Like Helen he wasn't registered as family to me anymore. My brain had already rewired.

Who was my family? Who is my family? Do I have a family? Who is Avery?

Who is Avery?

Avery.

Avery Charlie Ambrose.

Charlie.

Ambrose.

Ambrose.

Ambrose.

Agh! I needed to know. I walked across and picked up the ACA pile of documents and picked up the white card that lay atop of the rest.

And I read on.

You are invited to attend the christening of Avery Charlie Ambrose.

Date : 15th of December

Where : St Peters church. This will be followed by a small gathering afterwards at our place for close family and friends.

As request of the biological parents Avery will be christened as Avery Ambrose but the name change has already happened we just thought we would complete their wishes.

Please attend this ceremony to welcome our son into the church.

With Love Angela, Donald and Caleb DeLone.