Left for the Sharks
Prologue
I stood in front of the cream colored villa mansion, just staring. I walked up to the porch which was a long enough walk and stared at the door. I never understood most of the stuff that happened to me in my life. Everything that happened was either devastating or heartbreaking, or both. I wasn't a bad person. I was never out to hurt people. I was just as nice as Mother Teresa, I thought. But apparently fate didn't think so. My name is Jennette Grace by foster parents, but by birth my name is Jennette Bolton. I'm 17 years old and my parents gave me away for adoption. I'm done being the girl who pities herself since she's adopted and doesn't know her parents.
And that's why I'm here.
On the their doorstep.
Waiting.
Scared to knock at the door.
During this whole journey I've been scared. I've been wondering if I'll be what they want me too be. If they'll be proud of me. If they'll be happy to see me. If you they even want to give me the time of day. They gave me up for a reason and if it's because they didn't love then so be it or not. I don't know what I'll do if they slam the door in my face.
I looked at the door once more gripping my hobo bag strap a little tighter. I was scared.
Scared is an understatement.
I'm horrified.
What if they didn't like me? What if they never wanted me to look for them?
What if I was just a big mistake?
I looked down and turned around about to leave the porch and walk back to my hotel. I live in Boston but I came across the country to San Francisco to meet them. I couldn't give up now. I've come too far.
I turned and looked at the door then rang the doorbell immediately regretting what I had just done. I looked down then looked up too see the door open.
Brown eyes meeting blue eyes.
Okay so this is Anonymous rewritten! It's about time I rewrote this story because it's one of my favorites and I got a lot of feedback on it also. Tell me what you guys think!
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