Foster Care

i walked out the door and started walking to school. as walked up walked up the steps to school adam came up and said "omg Ariana Young are you ok?" thinking he was talking about the note i respond "im fine adam" "what the hell happened" "what do you mean?" "your face, what happened last night?" "omg i forgot, its nothing just a scratch" "are you sure?" "yes i promise, i tell you later" "ok, anyways how was your night?" "shes a mess, i'm just the babysitter and the maid" "ohh she seemed so nice" "ya because you were there, when you left she told me to never again ask you or anyone over" "oh im sorry" "did you read it yet?" "the letter?" "yes" "ya i did here you go" "Adam?" "ya" "i wanna find her" "your birth mom?" "ya she can't be any worse off than these people" "alright, you're coming over tonight" "i cant" "if she only wants you for a maid and a babysitter then shes not gonna care if you're not home right away" "yes she will" "ok fine lets skip" "fine but i have to be back on time" "alright lets go"
we went over to his house, his parents were at work so nobody was home. "my laptop is in my room, we can start looking now" "alright i'll go start it up" "ok ill get drinks". i went up stairs to Adams room admiring the painting on the walls. i booted up his laptop and by that time he was back.