Hi, I'm not a writer. In fact I failed English at school. Just didn't see the point in it. But I do love reading. The stories on here are just amazing. I figured I'd give it a shot. Don't expect anything to the level of others on here; I'm just really trying to please a tiny mind. Mine.
Ronnie was lost in a world of her own; after receiving the fax a few moments earlier she had left R&R and returned home. Clutching the piece of paper that could change her life, Ronnie entered her flat. Now she was sat on the sofa, the piece of paper, turned upside down, sitting directly in front of her on the coffee table. Taking a deep breath Ronnie reached out and started reading.
Danielle. Danielle Jones. Reading the name over and over again, trying to get it to sink in. Her daughter Amy or as she was now known Danielle was still alive. The name making Ronnie smile seemed to suit. Trying to picture her daughter as a nineteen year old Ronnie's face scrunched up. How could she possibly get an idea of what her daughter looked like after only ever seeing her for two hours, twenty minutes? It seemed unfair. No it was worse than unfair, it was cruel. Her father, Archie Mitchell lied. Amy wasn't dead, this was the proof. Her daughter was alive and wanted to be found. A sad smile came to Ronnie's face; she'd been taken in by him time and time again. There was no way she was going to let her daughter be tricked as well. No. Ronnie was going to find Danielle and protect her, like she should have done all those years ago.
Danielle had left her name on the adoption register just like Ronnie had, except there were no details. No address, no number, nothing. Where could she start? There must be hundreds of Danielle Jones'. One of which was Ronnie's' daughter. But which one and why didn't she put any details?
Short & sweet, a bit like me. Reviews are welcomed :) x
p.s; It's taken me like 20 mins to figure out how the heck i upload stuff on here.. ugh!