Identifying Sara

Chapter Ten

Hey guys! So I'm warning you right now that this chapter is very bad... lol my bad... anyway thank you for the reads, let me know what you think of the chapter :)

I tap the end of my pencil against the desk as the teacher talks nonsense that even if I tried, I wouldn't be able to focus on anyway because of the thoughts going through my mind.

"Today, I want you to go home and gather things, things that tell a story about you. Maybe a copy of your birth certificate, or some pictures, anything you can find. Because your story is what is best about you," The teacher says. I look up sending a glare to my teacher, that he doesn't notice of course. I can't do this assignment. No matter what it comes to, I don't care if I fail; it can't happen. No one around me will ever allow it. I close my eyes and try to picture what could happen if I did do the assignment, criminals who had their eye on my for years could burst into the door, take me away and bring me to my father only to find him being the most wanted criminal in in the world. My eyes snap open, I notice my breathing has gotten faster, but everyone around me carries on with the class. Where did that thought come from? Thats something new, and a great qay to lower the confidence I had about meeting my father.

As soon as the bell rings, I leave. I don't give it any thought. I know Carson is following me, I can feel him on my heels; I can hear the familiar footsteps that belong to him. I am about to exit the school catigorizing him as a creep in my head, when he grabs my arm and turns me around to face him.

"Where are you going?" He ciriously asks me. His sudden want to know my business causes my annoyance to rise.

"Home," I reply flatly, "now can you let go?" I try to free my arm from his grip, but he only holds my arm tighter.

"I need to talk to you," he says tightening his grip on my arm. Suddenly I have to fight the urge to punch him in the face, leaving a huge bruise on his right cheek. The thought makes the anger and annoyance level go down, but it doesn't mean I wouldn't still enjoy to punch him.

"Well I don't want you to talk to me, now go away." I finally get my arm free from his grip, and quickly wak in the oppisite direction, feeling pleased when he doesn't follow me any further. Snow falls from the sky and the temperature has dropped at least 20 degrees after five minutes of walking in the direction of my house. The walk home is brutal, my hands are bright red to match the firetruck-red on my frozen cheeks. Snow flakes cover my hair everywhere, which will eventually melt and soak my hair in freezing water. The thought gives me goosebumps and is the cause of my clenched jaw.

When I get inside of my house that could pass as the tempreture of an oven, my mother comes rushing to me, with wide eyes and skin more pale than usual. Her mood has completely changed from the monster that I faced the day before. It confuses me how much a person's mood can change in such little time, yet I also feel as if it makes the most sense in the entire world.

"Why are you home so early? I could have gone to get you! Are you okay?"

"Mom, I'm fine. I just want to take a nap." I lie just to escape her presense. Before she can answer I go up the stairs and into my room, closing the door behind me. Ever so quietly, I lock the door. The floor creeks underneath my feet as I walk across the floor. I open my closet door, kneel down, and drag the box out of my closet. My hands trace the tape that used to seal the top of the box. I wonder who sealed the box, it could've been my mother, Kristy, or it could've been my father depending on weather my mother has ever opened the box or not.

I take a deep breathe and brace myself for what new things I could find, since i've failed to take in every treasure in the box. I open the box and begin to dig around being cautious of the little fragile items in the box, but also being slightly agressive grasping onto anything that leads me closer to finding what I'm suddenly looking for. At the moment everything new I find becomes nothing to me. I know what I'm looking for, and it's not here.

Well obviously it wouldn't be here I tell myself. She would hide it somewhere even more private but finding it could be more difficult than I think. I open the door softly and listen, a sizzling of a pan and clinking of metal utensils is all I hear, meaning my mother must be busy at the moment. I quietly walk across the hall to my mother's room, flinching with each step the floor makes.

When I enter I close the door and take in my surroundings since this is the first and probably last time I will enter her room. A bed, two dressers, a closet, and some night stands. Great, how difficult searching for a simple piece of paper is going to be, extremely. I start at her dresser digging around to the very bottom, but nothing.

After searching everywhere I can't do anything except give up. My mother is smarter then I am, and if I can't find out who I am myself, she is going to have to tell me but I know that telling me is the last thing she will do. Tears sting my eyes, this isn't what I wanted. This life I have is not out of choice, if I could have it any different I would.

All I want in life is my dad. I used to be so afraid that he was a monster, constantly finding me and stealing yet another identity. I used to think he was a thief! But maybe the real thief is right in front of me. My mother.

Before I leave the room, something catches my eye. An orange paper sticking out of a pillow case on my mother's bed. Taking a risk, I grab the envelope from the case and run to my room. My fingers shake and I find myself sweating as I open the envelope. Inside there's a paper, my birth certificate.

"Yes." I whisper. A smile creeps onto my face but immediately drops when I see that my father's name has been whited out. I drop to my knees and let the tears finally leave my eyes. All I want is a life I could never have. Whether my dad is a bad person or not, I don't care. I just want to meet him, and I want to know who I am. That's all I'm asking for, but why is it so hard?

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