Searching for Love

Chapter 13

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(Flashback Sequence)

        Let’s just say I was a level above dead because of what I did to Michaela. But did I care? Not even a little. She had it coming I could care less about how much trouble I was in. For the first time in my life I felt in control and boy was it addicting. Now I began to realize why Daddy drank. Control, release, freedom.

 

            And that’s how cutting was for me. Huh. I guess I’m more like my dad than I thought. That’s a scary idea.

 

            As a result of my “outburst “I had rec time taken away for a month. Little did they know that that was more like a privilege than a consequence. Now I could spend more  quality time with my thoughts and my sharp-edged friends.

 

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            Well, it finally happened. Brandon asked me out. Here’s how it happened…

            He walked me to class as usual. He hugged me just like every other time he had dropped me off in the past. But instead of letting go, he held my hips and leaned back. “Now, Miss Dawson,” he began. Oh, what a charmer. “I think you know by now that I like you. A lot. And I was wondering if I could have the honor of you accompanying me this Saturday to the movies and then a night on the town.”

            Well, that did it. My stomach felt like a million butterflies wanted to fly out. “Brandon, I-I would be honored.” And with that, he leaned down and kissed me. Not for long, but long enough for it to be perfect. As he pulled away we stared into each others eyes for what seemed to be eternity and I realized I had finally found my real Prince Charming.

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(Flashback Sequence)

            Someone came to Westburry today. Apparently there was a middle-aged single woman looking to adopt a teenage girl. How crazy could someone be? Anyway, I heard a knock at my door around 3 in the afternoon. I got up from my spot on the futon and opened the door.

           

            A woman about 40 with a huge smile on her face appeared next to the orphanage owner. “Now, Miss Ferril, before we go any further, I must inform you that this child has bipolar. With that I slammed my door closed. But on the other side I heard a faint knocking. “Hey, Sweetheart, I’m Cindy,” the voice called out. “I would really like to meet you. Do you think you could come out so we could talk?”

 

            I slowly opened my door and stepped out in the hallway. There was something about Cindy that I liked. Maybe it was the way her eyes sparkled. Maybe it was her welcoming smile. Maybe it was just the fact that she was the only person as long as I could remember that actually treated me like a normal human being. And when we exchanged glances, I felt like I was finally home.

 

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