Personal Narrative Fiction

“Mom I’m going to the store to get school supplies!” I say as I walk through the kitchen to the front door. As I am about to touch the doorknob, my mom comes behind me. “You are not going to leave the house with these, are you?” says the voice behind me. My mom stands there. She’s as skinny as a pencil, with a blonde bob and red hot lips. On the other hand, I’m also as skinny, but I have long, hazelnut hair and I prefer a more natural look. I look at her hand. My phone and a 50 dollar bill. I almost forgot. As I take the phone and the money, I hug her and walk out of the house. I get inside my car and strap myself in. As I start it, I get a notification about the news. I check it and I wished I shouldn’t have. Pair tries to steal and

I get the same question every time. Where people don’t wanna be mean but they ask the question. “Yeah, but I have been in the same family all my life.” I say as I dip my spoon into my cherry fro-yo. I didn’t like to talk about this very much, not even now. “Have you met your biological parents yet?” He asked, trying also not to make it sound offensive. I shook my head. “Are you okay?” he asked while he checked the time on his phone. I told him a teeny tiny lie. “Yeah I’m fine,” I lie,” I just really want to meet them sometime.” I definitely don’t want to meet them anytime soon. I don’t want anyone to know that my parents are criminals. I didn’t want to hear why they had to get rid of me. Suddenly, at this point, whenever I talk about my biological parents, I feel scared and not safe at all. I never tell anyone about my parents. I just simply lie. I know I will regret it sooner or later, but I don’t think that through. “Why. Did. You. Bring. Me. Here?!” I scream as I take off the blindfold. I was at the county jail. Why did Jake bring me here? “Milan, you should be thanking me! I found out your parents are here, probably working!” Yeah, probably working on a plan to break out of this