When my parents sat me down at my kitchen table and told me I was adopted I thought they were joking. Me, adopted?? I COULDN'T be. Then, I noticed how serious the looks on their faces were and realized they were NOT joking. I got so mad at them that I decided to run away. I ran up to my room, packed a backpack, and ran out of my house. I ran until I couldn't run anymore and ended up at the park by my old elementary school. I sat on a swing and began to think.
"Why would my parents keep such a big secret from me?"
"Am I REALLY adopted?"
"Who are my real parents?"
"Where are my real parents?"
That's when I decided I was on a mission... I was going to find my real parents.
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Oliver
General FictionWhen 14-year-old Oliver learns that he is the only adopted child of his eight-person family, he feels betrayed and runs away to find his birth parents. However, after 2 months alone on the road, he runs out of money and still has not succeeded. Does...
