I'm going to start from the beginning. I never had many friends. I was born to Hope Cahill, but I never knew my father. My mother use to tell me stories about him, though. She told me about how he aimed high and how he reached the stars. I wanted to be like him, but I was only a kid then. I know now that it would never happen. How could a twelve year old kid like me amount to anything? I mean, I can't pay attention in school because of my AD/HD, I have no friends, how could I be a great success? As I laid in my bed thinking about how worthless my life was, my great- uncle Fiske walked into the room.
"Come on." He said, messing with his handkerchief and then looking at me. "They're here to take you away." He didn't look like he was going to cry. That's one thing Fiske never did, was cry. I got up out of bed.
"Should I bring anything?" I asked him and he just shook his head.
"It'll just slow you down." He responded. I nodded, but went to go get something. "What are you doing?" He snapped. "You have to leave this instant!" He walked over to pull me away from my chest, but I resisted.
"I need to get something!" I yelled at him.
"You don't need anything, Jordan. Just leave!" He yelled back. I think at this point my eyes were tearing up.
"I need my mother." I said, looking him into the eyes. He released me, and I got back to finding my picture. He knows how tough it is losing your mother. His mother died somewhat after he was born. It hurt my grandmother more than him, though. I found the picture and noticed there was two letters attached to it. I debated whether I should leave it with Fiske or not, I wasn't much for reading because of my Dyslexia, but something in my gut told me to take it. By that point two wolves walked into my room and looked at Fiske as if they were asking, "is he coming or not?" I stood up and took a deep breath.
"I'm ready now." I said to the leader, or who I thought was the leader and she walked out of my room, I followed her. I looked back at Fiske and gave him a Thanks-For-Everything smile. He nodded in approval and waved goodbye to me. I waved back and kept following the wolves. When I couldn't see Fiske on the porch anymore, I knew it was too late to turn back.
I didn't know where I was going, but I felt safe. I hope I can make my parents proud one day.