My name is Cara and I live with my younger sister Elanie and my parents. My mother is about to have her third child but in our society, there can only be two children in a household. The oldest gets put up for adoption and I'm the oldest, now.
I had an older brother, Nicolas. He got put up for adoption when I was 8, but I didn't exactly know what was going on: my parents told me that Nicolas was going to school and that I would see him soon. Now I know what that means.
The big rule book everyone MUST keep in their house says that at age 13, only if another child is coming, they must leave. The book says nothing else like where I'm going or when or for how long. I'm hoping that I'll have a few more weeks to spend with my family.
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A few days after the news, my parents told me to pack my stuff.
"This soon!" I screamed with fear and anger.
"I am so sorry Cara, but there is nothing we can do." My mother tilted her head down. "They are coming to take you today."
My hand flew across my mouth and I ran to my room, tears welding in my eyes. Elanie came running down the hall with a smile on her face. I reckon she didn't know what was going on either.
"Cara, why are you crying," Elanie asked as her face began to sink into a frown.
I wasn't sure what to tell her so I just made up the first thing that came to my head, "I am going to...live with...our grandparents." I blurted out. Probably wasn't the greatest lie to tell but I had to make something up.
"When will you get back?"
"I don't know," I didn't actually know if I was going to come back at all. Is there a time when we visit our families or come back for good? Will I ever see them again?
"Well, send me notes." Elanie said as she skipped out of the room.
"Ok," was the only thing I could manage to say to her.
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Sorry it's so short. I'm still thinking about what should happen next, and this is my first part. Thx!
