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Hey, I'm at it again! This is the story that follows Parker's Girl, which is the sequel to Esme's Girl. If you have not read either of these stories, you will be so utterly confused that you will see dancing squirrels! Well, not really... But wouldn't that be cool? So, my point is, please read Esme's Girl then Parker's Girl before you will read this. By reading the first two stories, this story will make more sense and you will enjoy this even more!
So, without further ado... I present to you the first chapter of "Their Girl?"!
I'm not technically making a prologue as to leave YOU guessing what happened to the infamous Alex! The summary might give it away though...
P.S.- The Tracey Morgan Foster Home in Hyattsville, MD does not exist.
It had been two years.
Two years since she had seen her family.
Two years since she had seen her home.
Two years since everything had been erased.
To her, anyway.
As she slept on that last night of July, she had no idea what was coming. She had no idea what she was going to learn about herself. About her past.
Most of all, she had no idea she would eventually come face to face with the "man" who took everything away from her, two years ago.
Her past is coming to the present.
Is she ready?
Are you?
Their Girl?
Chapter 1
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August 1st, 2011
My name is Alex Parker. I am sixteen years old.
I am completely, utterly alone.
I have been in the foster care system my entire life. I don't know my mother or father. I've never had a family.
I've never been loved.
I live in the Tracey Morgan Foster Home in Hyattsville, Maryland. Until about two years ago, I lived in a foster home somewhere in the state of Washington, I think. At least that's what my social worker Mr. Johnson said. Mr. Johnson moved me to Maryland because I was struggling at my old school and he wanted me to finish my freshmen year off right. Whatever. I get good grades, all A's and the occasional B. What more do I need to do? Nobody really cares, anyway.
I haven't seen him again since he moved me here.
My tragic upbringing had left me cold. I'm more of the quiet type. I only have two friends, if you count my best friend's boyfriend.
Beth Richards is quiet and artistic, like me. Secretly, she and I love fashion. We are a lot alike.
Especially the fact that, she too, lives at the foster home with me.
She has long, jet black hair that she always has up. She is kinda tall, coming in at five foot eight. She has curves in all the right places, and it makes me extremely jealous. I am really skinny and barely have as nice of a, um... chest as Beth. Her boyfriend, Cris Jones, is a lucky guy. He's into art as well and can do really realistic self-portraits. Beth has one he drew of her at lunch hanging on the wall of our room that we share. He is everything a good boyfriend should be: kind, caring, protective, supportive, loving, loyal, and funny. Not to mention he's drop dead gorgeous.
Beth says I could get a boyfriend if I got off of my shy butt and looked for someone. She says I'm pretty. I have shoulder length, dirty-blonde hair with a pink streak that I added in the front. I'm not very tall, only coming in at five foot four. I have blue eyes with long eyelashes. I went a little rebellious at one point and saved up big time to get my nose pierced. A small diamond stud always sits in my nose. Maybe some guy, one day, will find me attractive...
Besides occasionally hanging out with Beth and Cris, my life is pretty boring. Nothing exciting has ever happened to me. I have no other friends and I'm not in any clubs. However, I was thinking about getting a job so I could save up money to get a car and get the heck out of this town...
I've just about lost hope on the whole adoption thing. People want to adopt little children, not troubled teenagers. If anybody comes to the foster home and takes someone home with them, it's a child.
It was noon, so I headed down to the main floor to see if I could get a sandwich or something.
"Alex! Come here for a moment," Ms. Mayweather said.
Ms. Mayweather. The head of the foster home. She was a plump little woman with rosy cheeks. Her eyes were green and so small that they looked like little gumdrops. Her grey hair was like a mound of fluff upon her head. Ms. Mayweather was so kind and sweet that it was creepy.
"Yes?" I asked.
"You have a meeting scheduled tomorrow with a nice family," she told me.
"I do?" I asked, bewildered.
"Yes. A family called the Cullens. They were very kind when I spoke to them on the phone. I think they are excited to meet you!" Ms. Mayweather clapped excitedly then hurried away to the kitchen.
I wasn't hungry anymore. I ran up to my room and flopped down onto my bed. A family? Coming to see me? Really?
I sighed. They would probably take one look at me then change their minds and not adopt me. They would probably want a child.
Another little child, getting a new home.
What am I getting myself into?
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I woke up frantically and looked over at my boring grey alarm clock. It was only one-thirty in the morning. I groaned internally.
I had the same dream I had every night.
I was sitting in a forest. It was cloudy and chilly. A figure started to walk out of the misty woods towards me. It was a woman, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was extremely pale, with wavy caramel-colored hair and golden eyes. A kind smile was always spread on her face. Usually, she would walk towards me, reach down to me, and then I would wake up.
That wasn't the case tonight.
The beautiful woman walked over to me and knelt down on the ground.
She said a sentence that sent a shiver down my spine. It was barely above a whisper, but I could hear her loud and clear.
"Alex... I missed you..."
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