Alarm-Clock

Cami Iris

I entered my small house to my mother baking muffins in the kitchen. I set down my bag and took a step down the stairs just as my mother called out, "Cami, is that you?"

My mother, Amelia, had long brown hair with a red tint, she was tall and forced my entire family into eating healthier. When I was born, I was immediately put up for adoption and my parents, whom already had my older sister, had been trying for four years and had only failed so at age 2 months I was adopted from an adoption center in Kalamazoo, Michigan.

My father, Lee, had served in the military before marrying my mother. He wore glasses like my mother and younger brother. He was the best father I could wish for, protective, loving, crazy, and hilarious.

I took a step back and smiled at my fair mother replying, "Hey mum." Smiling back, she opened the oven and called over her shoulder, "Did you have fun last night?" "Yep, lot's of tickle wars." I replied.

I left the kitchen and tromped down the stairs where my brothers were watching cartoons on T.V. I slipped past them into my brightly painted room, and set my things on the floor.

I had discovered I was adopted at age ten, and took it quite hard.

By hard I mean locking myself in my room for two days and only eating food when my sister would slip it under the door. Yes I know I was over dramatic but imagine finding out your family wasn't real. I had gotten over it eventually and now was quite happy with my adoptive family but my brothers liked to use it against me in order to insult me.

"Your not even my real sister!"

"I'm not your brother!"

"Your just a guest in this house!"

"Go find you real family!"

And I did, I searched for my real family secretly by contacting the adoption center, calling my grandparents, calling private investigators, and even going to family tree websites. It was a bit difficult when your parents wouldn't even tell you your parents last name. I had to figure that out on my own, Iris. My last name was Iris. I never did get to know my parents but I was able to learn to love my real life.

Flopping onto my bed, I let out a sigh and closed my eyes, letting the distant bird songs help drift me off to sleep. I only was able to get about thirty minutes of sleep due to my brothers screams from the living room. I sat up and checked my phone before climbing the steps upstairs.