Finding Fuentes

Intro

 I quickly ran my fingers through the different files. I was looking for a specific document--my birth certificate. It had to be here somewhere. H, I, J, K, L. Lena Livingston the paper read. I tucked the paper in my jacket, not even bothering to look at it and walked out of the family office. If my adopted parents found out that I was in the office, they would question me, which would only lead to problems.

I wanted to find my birth parents, I always have. It's too awkward to bring it up to Raul and Caroline, my adoptive parents. I feel as if they would get offended. I continued walking to my room, walking fastly past my adopted sibling. "Do you want to play Call of Duty with me Lena?" My younger adopted brother Hunter asked.

"Not now Hunter, sorry." I yelled behind me. Hunter was a good kid. He was ten years old, short, and had a sensitive personality. We got along pretty well. He would always tell me stories about his birth parents and little siblings, and how he missed them. They died in a car accident when he was around the age of five. Shortly after he was in foster care, and Raul and Caroline took him in.

My story was different. I grew up in the foster system. My parents left me at the hospital, leaving me without a good bye, or any clues to where they were, or who they were. I stayed in the foster system until the age of thirteen. Here I am, three years later living with an actual family.

I'm short, have long, dark brown, thick hair. Dark brown eyes that are big, and tan skin. Basically, I'm latino.

Being adopted isn't that bad, it's quite interesting really. I ran into my room and slammed the door behind me, locking it. I took the paper out of my jacket and slowly opened it. I scanned the paper for my parent's names.

Parents signature: Caroline and Raul Livingston

Damnit! I cursed uner my breath. Usually when you were adopted, they change the parents names to your adopted parents instead of your birth parents. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes as I looked at the paper, making sure there weren't any other names or clues.

I quietly ran back to the office, making a copy of my birth certificate and putting the old one back. I needed it just in case it could help me in the future.