The summer sun was streaming through my bedroom window, gently waking me up. I lay in bed and looked up at my bedroom ceiling. It was the first day of the summer holidays and I was glad of it. 6 weeks of lying in bed, the house all quiet while my adoptive parents were at work.
"Olli, come down," shouted Jasmine from downstairs, "Now Olli."
"Coming!" I shouted back as I sat up in bed. I immediately take back what I said about having time just to lay in bed. As a reach out a hand to get yesterdays T-Shirt I spill a full glass of coke all over my bed sheet. "Sh*t!" I whispered to myself. Jasmine was going to kill me! Stumbling out of bed I pull the T-Shirt over my head and made my way downstairs.
Jasmine was downstairs frying eggs in a pan while David was sipping a cup of coffee at the table.
"Here you go Olli," Jasmine placed a full English breakfast down in front of me, "So David and I have something to tell you!" Her face was lit up like a candle. I took a bite of my breakfast and asked,
"What is it?"
"Well I've got a new job as a computer technician and you'll never guess where it it!" David had put down his coffee and was looking directly at me, "Can't guess! It's in..."
"America!" squealed Jasmine hugging David, "Here!" She opened an arm out for me to come and join the embrace. I slammed my knife and fork on the table and stood up.
"America! I'm not going to America," I shouted at them and their faces dropped, "Look I can't just leave my friends behind! Plus I'm still looking for my parents..." That was clearly the final straw. As I was put into the care system when I was a baby I have no knowledge of my birth parents so Jasmine and David raised me from one year all the way to my sixteenth year. So I guess that they're my real parents but it would be nice to try and find out where I come from and who I'm related to and what type of life had my parents given up for me. What makes to so hard is that it was a closed adoption so I don't even know if they're alive or not! "When are we going?"
"We're leaving in about two weeks," Jasmine had lost the spark in her eye and her voice was cracking. I knew that I'd hurt her and I stooped my head and went to my room. My head was spinning when I got to my room, I was thinking about what I will leave behind when I move, but another part of me thought about all the opportunities I could get in the states. There was a knock on my door and David walked in.
"What do you want?" I asked sharply while glaring at David.
"You've really upset your mother."
"She's not my mum!" David's face dropped and he left the room and slammed the door behind him. I screamed into my pillow and thought to myself 'why do I have to listen to them? They're not my real parents! But they did raise me, dealt with every tantrum and every sick bug' but I was sick, sick of them controlling me! I went into my wardrobe and got out my suitcase and packed my favorite clothes, my phone and just for memories, a photo of David and Jasmine. Luckily my bedroom is close to the shed roof and I jumped out and landed on the roof perfectly. A sudden wave of guilt came over me, so I texted:
To: Jasmine, David
Message: As you can see I have left home, don't be mad or upset because I need to find who I am and when I have we can reunite. I just want you to know that I love you and you are my real parents! Love your son; Olli xx
