Here's a new story completely original and never before done…see what I get for watching TV all day? Well I hope you like it…and hopefully by the end of the chapter I'll figure out who I'll be using. Sorry its so short
Growing up I never imagined what it would be like to give up my first baby. I always pictured my life as a fairy tale romance. Meeting my prince, falling in love and having a family together. But when I got pregnant at 16 with a Rock and Roll wanna be as the father my life changed more than I could ever know.
When my boyfriend found out I was pregnant he left town and I never saw him again. And there I was left with a child I couldn't care for, with no money and no father for my baby. Then the only thing that seemed fair to the baby was to give him up for adoption, it was the hardest decision I had ever had to make but my child deserved to grow up with a real family, and not out on the street with me.
After I gave him up I started working to get him back, doing any job I could find even if that meant selling myself outside of bars to raise a few bucks. I'm not proud of the things I did but I was willing to do anything it took to get my son back, and now 17 years later I finally have a chance.
I already talked to the adoption agency, found out who had adopted him, what they named him, and where he lived. And that's where I'm going now, to Tulsa Oklahoma to find him and take him home at last. I only hope he can forgive me for giving him up the way I did. And that brings me to the present moment, Entering Tulsa in search of my son and the life I gave up so many years ago.
I hold my breath, anxious about what I will find as I get information from the small gas station I've pulled into. I slowly get out of the car, fighting back tears from the thought of being this close to my son and still not knowing exactly who he is, What he looks like, Or anything about the young man he's become over the years. Did he grow up to be a good person? Or did he grow up like some of the gangs I saw as I drove through town? Was he a nice kid with good friends, or was he a tough as nails hoodlum living day-to-day hoping to stay alive? All my questions would be answered soon.
I opened the door and listened to the cheerful ding of the bell letting whoever worked here know someone had entered. Before I knew it a young man about my son's age stepped out and smiled brightly, his smile reminded me of Tyler's, the kind that could light up a room without having to say anything.
"Can I help you?" he asked and I nodded walking over to the counter showing him the baby picture, not caring that he probably wouldn't recognize anyone by their baby photo.
"Yes, I'm looking for Sodapop Curtis."
Well that's it for chapter one, I actually have more ideas for this so please review and I'll update as soon as I find the time. Please Review for me!