Fake Adoption Papers

                                                                  Hermoine

 A knock on my door woke me up I knew today was Saturday so there shouldn't be a reason why someone was knocking on my door this early morning, pushing myself off the bed and walks towards the door when I open it, it was my dad standing there “ oh, hi dad, what's going on?” 

“Nothing breakfast is ready,” he told me.

“ oh okay, I'm coming down in a minute,” I told him while I looked for my shoes, I thought he would leave but he was still in the room “Is everything okay?”

“ Is everything okay?” I ask him.

“ ah yes I wanted to know how’s everything going with school?” he asked, which was weird because he never really asked me about the school, it's not that he doesn't care I learned at a very young age that showing affection is very hard for my dad and he has his own way of showing that he cared for you.

So, he asked me about school seemed awkward, getting up from the floor “Well everything is going good, I'm waiting to start my internship program soon” 

“ oh that’s right, did you find a good place for the program” he wasn't looking at me but at the door instead.

“ Yes, I did, what's going on Dad?” I finally asked him because I couldn't help to feel that this little chit-chat is getting us nowhere.

“I need help at the Bookstore and I know you are busy with school and everything but I wanted to know if you could help” He finally said.

“ Sure no problem I could spend a couple of hours over there,” I told him before taking his arm and walking us downstairs before that woman came up here.

We got downstairs just as my stepmom and sister were taking their seats at the table, sitting across from my half-sister “Are you going to work at the bookstore?” I asked her since I knew she was looking for a job now that she is eighteen and all.

“ Why would I do that?” she asked in a snarky voice.

“ Just the other you were complaining about wanting a job” I remind her because I was on the phone with her friends and I heard her telling them she wanted a job.

“ My daughter doesn't need a job but you on the other hand need to help your father at the bookstore, since you are not doing anything to help us around here,” my annoying stepmom says.

“What exactly is your daughter doing that's better than me?” I ask her because all I saw she was doing is going shopping and partying with her friends. 

“ She is getting an education,”  she says, I quickly ask her “And im not?” 

“ Playing around doesn't mean sh**t “ 

Throwing my fork on the plate I got off the table, there are days that I can stand her b*chess but today is not one of them, she never took my want to be a designer seriously. She always looks at it like it was a hobby when it's my lifeline.  I wish Jamilla was here so I could talk to her about this stuff, someday I'm going to have to trust her into helping to find my mom.

  I was playing a game on my phone when I heard a knock on the door, ugh, I think I had enough love for the day from Dad, pulling the door open I was met with my dear stepmom and she had a big enveloped in her hands, handed to me she say “ after reading these I hope you understand why you need to start showing us some respect in the house.” pushing the envelope in my hands, she gave me a once over look before walking away.

Closing the door I went back to my bed and started looking at the papers that she wanted me to see. I say I got the shock of my life. I was not expecting to see adoption papers in the envelope, especially since I knew that Dad didn't adopt me. What in the hell is this woman trying to pull? A better question is where the hell did she get those papers to create this lie? , ugh, throwing the papers on the floor I pick up my phone just in time to see Jamilla calling “Hey girl, please tell me you own your way back?” I say before she could say anything.

“ Damn you miss me that much,” she laughs.

“ you don't know the half of it” 

“Alright, alright, lucky for you im at home, you want to come over for some drinks,”  she says, it's exactly what I wanted.

“I'll be there in thirty minutes” Hanging up I quickly grab my bag and go to let my dad know that I'll be spending the night with Jamilla, before he could say anything or stop me I was out of the door and in my car. With the radio on I was happily driving to Jamilla’s place, feeling better, and all I could feel was my body relaxing and enjoying the morning breeze.

   By the time I reached her house, it was noon and I like it because it means that I can drink as much as I can since it was the weekend. Packing my car I let Jamilla know I was outside and she waited for me by the door with a mimosa in her hand, “That's the kind of welcome that I need.”

 “What happened to make you so grateful for a simple mimosa,” she says while we make our way toward the kitchen.

Once we were sitting I started telling about the drama that was happening in my house and how I have to put some hours in the bookstore.

“ Are you going to be able to do everything, with the internship you know it's going to be challenging?” 

She was telling me about all the things that I already knew, since my dad asked about it I've been thinking hard about how I'm going to manage my time, and she pulled out of my thoughts with her question.

“Why would your stepmom give you an adoption paper?” 

“That's the million-dollar question isn't it,” I said because I can’t figure out what the woman's endgame was. I know she is working on something, there's no reason she would pull a stunt like that. After our deep conversation, we spent the whole night eating pizza, and chips and watching old movies, and let's not forget we had drunk a lot more than I’m used to.

   In all I just hope I don't have that dream tonight, I have had enough weirdness for one day, closing my eyes all I could think about is if I'm ever going to find who my mom is. Weirdly enough I didn't wake up in the woods like the last time, instead I was in the middle of the water. It looked like steam was coming out of the water but it wasn't cold or hot but just right.

“Why do you want to find your mother?” a voice says.

Looking around I see no one “Stop worrying about finding me, answer my question why do you want to find your mom?”

“ What is it to you? Whether I answer your question or not?” I told whoever it is.

“Well suit yourself,” the voice says.

“HELLO!!!” I started to yell because now I feel the emptiness of me being out here in the middle of nowhere, that's the reason why I didn't want to go to sleep, as soon as I do I'm being pulled into weird places all of you I could be talking to myself like a crazy person.

   Why is this happening? Out of everyone in the world, why am I the one having weird dreams?

“ Who says you are the only one?” the most beautiful, masculine voice asks.

In the middle of the fog, I was trying to see who say that but all I saw was a wall of muscles and abs that were going for miles and miles, from he was standing I could tell he was probably six feet tall, tall enough for me the climb.

“ damn girl, down girl” Clearing my throat I say “Who are you?”

“ Who's asking?” he says.

Before I could say anything Jamille was shaking me awake, I love my best friend damn she has the worst timing ever.