Hey, My names Polly. It's one of those ugly southern, country names. So I want to change it to Val. Short for Valery. I loved that name since I was two.
Speaking of two, I have two more days until my first day of sophomore year, and tomorrow is also my birthday. I'm turning sixteen.
Me and my best friend, Veronica, or Ronni, share a birthday. Our birthdays are both September 7th.
Tomorrow I'm taking a big test. Kind of like a final to see if you're good enough to pas the grade. But, in my case, it's to see if I'm good enough to get into the grade.
When I sat down in my room to study for the final, I could see a blurry image of my brother, Alex, beside me. But he wasn't really there. I think about him every day, and when I do, I feel so guilty inside.
When Alex found out that we were adopted, he decided to run away from our house. I asked him where he was going and then told me he was running away. Then he grabbed a bag he had packed and ran out the front door.
I just froze. Literally froze. I didn't even try to stop him. I don't know what was wrong with me.
When this happened, In my head I thought that I have to stop him. But in my heart I thought the best thing to do was just to let him go. And "Following My Heart" was the worst mistake I've ever made in my life.
But now, I think in my head that I will never forgive myself for what I've done. In my heart, I think that I should just get the hell over it. But I never make the same mistake I made before.
I make sure to remind myself of this everyday. Just to torture myself thinking about it.
Alex ended up in an orphanage. Someone saw him and called the cops. Then they took him.
I don't even want to think about what happened next but you'll probably find out later...