A Peaceful Day Of A Crummy Condo - 1625 Words

It was a peaceful day in a crummy condo. Kade and I were sitting in his room. An hour of AP Social Studies homework and 7th grade English homework in when a gust of wind came through the closed window. How do I put this, there was a noise. A very dim, subtle noise. A ZING,ssive, easygoing way, and the women said to us in a soft, calm voice, â€Å"We are your parents, we want to take you home†. My brother and I were abandoned when he was 6 months old. One morning my father was making me chocolate chip pancakes and the next, I was alone. Imagine a five year old calling 911 saying your parents were abducted by aliens. That’s what I wanted to believe. After I turned 10, I realized that every prayer wasn’t worth it. My parents were never coming back. My brother and I were taken to Child Services the next day and we sent to Billy and Jen’s house, me scared little 5 year old about to take on a world of responsibilities. We got home and Billy gave me a puppy and told me that she was there for me when they weren’t and to take care of my brother. They left me there for a week, so I called Miss Tammy, the child services lady and she took me to a new home. We stayed there until I turned 13. It was a group home and they gave us food, shelter, and, educational opportunities. But no true compassion or a parent like figure. When I realized that we were never g oing to get the love we deserve, I took Kade in the middle of the night and found an abandoned condo. It had all the amenities that a