Author's Note: I literally came up with this story and wrote the whole chapter in a 1 hour time span starting at 10 p.m. last night. The idea just popped into my head and i'm not 100% sure where I want to go with this. Please review and tell me what you think I should have happen. T because I don't know where i'm going with this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Secret Life that belongs to the brilliant mind of Brenda Hampton. I also don't own Facebook, I don't know who does but, they are also a genius.
Hi there. My name is McKenzie Faith Johnson. You can call my McKenzie or just Kenzie. I've lived with my mother my whole life. I've never met my dad. I'm 14 almost 15. My mom's been doing drugs and drinking the past few years, and I'm sick of it. I want to find my dad.
"Mom, who is my dad?" I ask at one point when she is sober
"Why do you wanna know?" she replies with a question. I don't want to tell her I'm going to leave
"I'm just wondering."
"It doesn't matter, sweetheart." she says "He won't want anything to do with you; he has two other kids who came before you. They're his wife's kids too."
"You slept with a married man?" didn't surprise me
"Yes, but I was dating him. He said he would leave his wife because he thought she was cheating on him."
"You still never answered my question." I stated. I didn't realize that there was a beer of to her side and she was drinking from it.
"I'm not gonna answer the question now get out of my damn face!" she yelled before throwing the bottle at me. Thankfully I ducked and it missed. I ran to my room and locked the door. I would go find my birth certificate when my mom passed out. Hopefully she still has it.
Later
She fell asleep finally. I searched tell whole house with no luck in finding my birth certificate. Great, that's just amazing. They should have a copy at school though. So maybe they'll be able to tell me. I waited till the morning and got ready for school quietly because I still didn't want to wake up my mom. When I got there I was running to the guidance office when I was stopped by my best friend Kristen. I told her everything. She knew I wanted to find my dad.
"Hey Hun, where's the fire?" she asked concerned
"No where. I'm going to the office. They should have a copy of my birth certificate, and can tell me who my dad is." I explained
"Oh, good luck then." she headed off to class and I continued my way to the office
"Hi I need to speak with Ms. Meraz please." I told the receptionist
"Name?"
"McKenzie Johnson"
"Have a seat. She'll be with you shortly"
"Thank you"
I sat down and waited to be called back. I was excited and nervous to find out who my dad is. Based on what my mom said he already had a family. I didn't care though; I have to get away from my mom. The bell for 1st period rang and I knew I was supposed to sit there and go to class later.
"McKenzie?" Ms. Meraz called. I stood up and followed her into her office "What can I do for you today?"
"I was wondering if you had a copy of my birth certificate."
"Why do you need it?"
"I want to find my father." I explained "I need to know his name first."
"I'm sorry sweetheart." she said apologetically "We can't give it to you for that reason."
" Oh... Well thank you anyway." I said standing up
I went to class and didn't even pay attention the whole day. When I got home I decided to ask my mom again. I knew she would've forgotten that I asked her yesterday.
"Mom, who is my father?" I asked bluntly
"You just won't give up, will ya?" she said drunkenly "Well his name is Dr. Marshall Bowman and he lives in Valley Glen, California." Finally I got some answers. She unwittingly told me where he lives too. "But he won't want anything to do with you. He has a daughter and an adopted son who has Downs Syndrome. The boy was 5 when you were born, the girl 2. Their names are Tom and Grace." Mom was definitely drunk because she was spitting out all this information to me. I decided to go search Facebook for a Grace Bowman. I would make sure they still lived in Valley Glen before heading there. "Ok, thanks mom." I said before taking off to my room. When I got there I quickly logged on to Facebook and searched for Grace. Sure enough a Grace Kathleen Bowman from Valley Glen, California came up. I would look in a phone book for the address when I got there but for now, it's time to pack.
What do you think? What should I do with this story? How should the Bowmans react? Please review, it gives me my inspiration to keep writing.
