Flawed

Taken

"Mom! Dad! What's going on?" my voice shaked with fear. I could hear pounding on our door. Dad ran to the door. Mom tied back her neatly brushed auburne hair. Her eyes widened. 

"Oh my goodness, no... no  no no! Jared! What are we going to do?" my mom shouted.

"What? What is it?" I demanded for an answer.

"Sweetie, you know I love you right?" Dad replied. I nodded. "If you love me so much go pack your bags."

"What?" my mom and I shouted in unison.

"I'm sorry." my dad cried out. My dad opens the door to find two police men barging into our nicely polished house. One had blonde hair slicked back with too much hair gel. The other was scowling with an angry expression.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cooper?" the blonde took a step into our house. My parents nodded, "My name's Officer Roberts. This is my partner, Officer Dale. We're here to take your daughter, Joanne Cooper under the 'Flawed Child Act'." 

"This is a joke right? It's a joke, right mom and dad?" I pleaded for an answer in desperation.

"No, honey. It's unfortuantley not a joke. You're... flawed." my mom said with a sigh.

"No. No, this is just a some sort of mistake. I can't be flawed! I'm not! I'm perfect. I'm perfect as can be!" 

"Joanne! Joanne! Calm down." Dad said in a soothing voice, "It's going to be alright."

"What do you mean? I'm being taken away!" I shouted angrily.

"I suggest you calm down Ms. Cooper or things will be much rough when we reroute you." Officer James said in an annoyed tone. "Now go grab your belongings. One bag, as small as a school backpack, and don't even think of escaping. Do you hear me?" he hovers over me and points a finger at me.

I shrug.

    I run upstairs to grab my belongings. I stuff t-shirts, pants, sweaters, underwear, pictures, and as much as I could fit. By the time I was done, my backpack was extremely heavy. I could barely lift it, but I didn't care. I'm about to leave home. I could escape from the back door, but the thought of Officer Dale catching me gives me the shivers. I'd rather not. I look around my room. It's beautiful, I wonder what my new home will look like, if it even is a home. I take one final breath of air from my room and go downstairs. I try and stay strong so I don't look weak in front of Officer Dale. God knows what he would say.

He watches me come down the stairs. He comes closer to me and wraps his large hand around my wrist. "Hey, let go!" I say. 

     I could feel tears falling down my eyes. How could this be? How in the world am I flawed? I'm perfect. Absolutely perfect.