I woke with my alarm ringing in my ear, telling me it was time to get up and go for a run. Some mornings I dreaded those runs and today was one of them, but I knew I had to keep in shape for cheer.
Running always helped me clear my head, so as I was running, with sweat dripping down back, I started thinking that I was lucky! Lucky to have such a great dad who puts everything into making sure I'm okay 24/7 even thigh my mum ran off as soon as I was born. I never knew her and dad doesn't like to talk about her so I just let it lie. We moved from England when I was 8 because dad wanted to get away from his past. I was thankful I guess because if we hadn't moved to America none of my life would of happened the way it had.
"Oh! Sugar, ow," I burst out as I tripped over a rock, I must of been in deep thoughts! My knees cut and my ankle lightly twisted, I walked back the rest of the way. I got in the shower and let my blonde hair cascade around my shoulders and down to my belly button. Again I started thinking about school and how I had some tests coming up and how whenever I should of been revising I was actually out partying. I was so worried I was gonna fail and that dad would be disappointed.
As I dried myself off with a fluffy, white towel I started to think about what I was gonna wear and went with a pink crop top, white jeans and white confers shoes. I did my hair and make up, went downstairs and had breakfast, said goodbye to dad and set off to meet poppy.
We went along chatting merrily, Poppy's brown hair bobbing along next to my blonde. Poppy was the curious type and she often asked me about my mum whom I knew nothing about, but today was different.
"Hey jess?"
"Yes poppy."
"I have an idea, I mean you'll probably think it's stupid but-"
"Just spit it out."
"I think we should try and find out who your mum is."
"NO. Absolutely not!!! I don't know who she is and frankly don't care as she left me and my dad!!!" I exclaimed. Poppy let it go but really I did care, I didn't know why she left so how could I judge her? I'd wondered about her all my life, wondering if I'd ever meet her, if she was like me, if she wanted to be my mum...
But I'd always left it because it was impossible and some stuff I just didn't want to know.
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Goddess
Teen Fiction"I never knew my mother. I just knew the real world: the cheer practise, the parties, the 'keeping up my reputation', but I never felt complete" When Jessie Love gets an anonymous note in the mail about her mother, she finds herself compelled to do...
