Hey guys this is my second FanFiction!!!! I'm so excited to write this story. I've been trying to think of ideas for the past week and I finally got one! So here it is! Hope you like!
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Jordan's POV:
3 days ago I learned how to make eggs, so I wanted to show my mom and dad what I can do. I also wanted to show them that I still care about them and I love them. But they haven't be much of parents lately. After my brothers death they haven't been the same. We were one big happy family. Now it's like we're not even a family anymore.
I started to get ready to make the eggs. I got out 4 eggs, butter, 4 pieces of bread, a pan, and salt and pepper. I got right to making the eggs. When I was done cooking I buttered the toast and put the egg into it. I added a little salt and a little bit of pepper. I put them onto plates then onto a tray. I walked into my mom and dad's room but they were sleeping. So I wrote a note for them instead. It said;
Good morning mommy and daddy! I wanted to make you breakfast because I want you to know that you mean a lot to me and that I love you. I will be out side when you read this. Hope you enjoy!
Love Jordan xoxoxox
After I wrote the note I went to my room grabbed my guitar and ran out side. For a 6 year old, I was pretty good. I sat on the ground criss-cross and started to play the guitar.
Just making up some tunes. Then I start to sing what's on my mind. It's just a way to clear my head.
" I'm trying my best but you still don't care"
" I know it's tough but I'm always there"
I just kept singing and singing until my fingers started to cramp. I put the guitar up against the tree and looked behind me.
For a second I though I was imagining it, but I knew it wasn't my imagination when I heard a fire truck alarm. My house was on fire! My house, was on fire!
I just stood there, shocked in my back yard watching my house burn. One thing just came to my mind. My parents! There still in there! There still in the house!
I ran to the front of the house trying to get into the house but I was held back by the police men. I started to scream and cry. A lot of thoughts kept going through my mind, like
What if there dead? What if they don't make it? Where would I go? What would happen to me? All those questions kept repeating in my mind.
Everything seems to be going in slow motion. Next thing I know i herd mumbling coming from beside me and Then I was being directed to a cop car. They put my in the back seat and slammed the door, causing my to jump back in fear.
Once the policeman got into the car I asked him. " Where am I going? I WANT MY MOM AND DAD!" I started to kick the seats while crying.
"Let me out!" I kept screaming but they wouldn't answer. Ugh why did this happen to me! Out of all the people in the world, it had to be me.
After I calmed down we pulled into the police station. One place I thought I'd never be taken to. They let me out and took me inside. I was guided into a room and they gave me a water bottle.
Then the same man that was driving the police car walked in.
"What am I doing here? Where is my mom and dad. I want my mom and dad!" I started to scream.
"I'm just in her to ask a few questions, not to make you upset. So please calm down."
"Can you do that for me?" He asked
I gave him a quick nod. Then he started to ask the questions.
"What were you doing when the fire started?" He asked getting out his pen.
" I was playing my guitar in the back yard." I stated. Does he actually think the me, a six year old started this fire?
"Wow 6 years old and you know how to play the guitar?!" He said with a shocked voice. It wasn't that surprising to me. There's a lot of people that start to play guitar at a young age.
" Yea. My dad taught me on my 6th birthday. He knew I always wanted to play." I tell him.
" Okay. Umm........do you know how the fire started?"
"No." I said putting my head down, playing with my thumps.
"Can you think back to this morning when you were in the house. Just look for anything that can cause a fire?" He asked.
I close my eyes and try to remember this morning. Then I remember it. I quickly opened my eyes and tears fell down my face. And I knew they weren't going to stop anytime soon. Not after this. I started to freaking out a little bit.
" No, no, No, NO, NO!!!!" I scream. I start banging my fist on the desk and cried even harder.
15 minutes later, I was finally calmed down again and he started to talk again.
"So what happened?" He asked.
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So my first chapter! What do you think? Leave comments please!!!
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Fanfiction12 year old Jordan was put up for adoption when she was 6 years old by her grandparents. Her parents died when the house caught on fire. Jordan was playing guitar outside when it happened. But when the Lynch's adopted her she thought her life would...
