Prologue.
I headed into the office. Manuel said he had some good news for me.
Manuel: Hey, Gabrielle, I havent seen you for a while. How are things in Uni?
Me: Oh, erm everythings great Manuel Whats the news?
Manuel: Well, erm, I've just found the peices of information you've been searching for.
Me: Really? You know where He is?
Manuel: Where who is?�
Me: Oh. Nothing. Carry on.�
Manuel: Well, you have a family!
Me: What do you mean? If I had a family I would be living with them now Are trying to take the piss or something, cause I really don't need emotional stress right now.
Manuel: No, of course not. I mean, I've found them. �I've been searching all the Moore's that have lived in England, then I just stumbled across your parents. Anita and Denzel Moore.
Was Manuel being serious? I actually have blood relations? I had grown up most of my life thinking that no one was related to me.�
Manuel: I don't know how to tell you this...
Me: Tell me what? I don't think that I could be as shocked as I am now
Manuel: Both your parents died 4 years ago, in a car crash, but your sister survived.
EEHHH?�
Fam, I'm turning African now.�
WAIT!
WHAT?
SISTER?!
AH WAH DI BUMBARASS?
Me: I have a sister?!
Manuel: Yeah, as I was saying...
I just zoned out, heres me thinking he was gonna tell me where He was all these years, but he tells me I actually have blood relations. Not that I wasn't happy or anything.
Manuel:.... I was talking to your Aunt Juanita, she knew all about you being put up for adoption. Your mum had you really young Gabrielle.
Me: Oh.
Manuel: Aren't you happy?
Me: Oh, um yeah I am. Carry on.
Manuel: Well I'm going to call Juanita again, so you can meet up with her. I'll call you when I have a date.
Me: Alright thanks Manuel. So, who is my supposed sister?
Manuel: Mahalia Moore, she's 17, in her final year if college, she lives in a house that she inherited.
Me: Mmhmm, ok. Thanks Manuel.
I plastered a fake smile on my face and left his office and got in my car.
Me: Arrrghh!
I put my head on the steering wheel and jumped when I beeped the horn.
Why is life so confusing?
I gave up looking for my parents when I was 16. I'm 21 now, I even forgot that parents even existed!
But they're dead. And I care. I have a sister, Ive always wanted one, but will she take kindly to me? Is she like those hoeish girls that you drive past on the street?
Life's fucked. Especially my own.�
**
Apparently, I was put into care when I was 2. My parents couldn't cope cause they were too young and alla that. At least they had the decency to give me a name. �I literally spent my whole life in care, I never got adopted and I liked it better that way. I made friends, even though they just come and go because they got adopted.
But I seemed to enjoy life more when I moved to the halfway house, the care home that you move to when you become a teen. I was 14 at the time, almost finished year 10.�
And that's where I met Him.
My first everything.
And when He just vanished, He was the reason why I didn't want to talk to anyone. The reason, I became I became an anorexia patient. The reason that I thought life wasn't worth living. The reason why I had a nervous breakdown. The reason that I nearly committed suicide. I nearly became bipolar over one boy.
But, if I had to die trying to find him...
