I walked into the hospital and walked up to the front desk "hello miss, how can I help you?" A middle aged woman asked me, I sat down in the chair and handed her my birth certificate "I want to know if I was adopted" I spoke "I'm sorry miss, but I don't have the authority to release that kind of information" I sighed "why not? I was born at this hospital, it says it right there on the certificate, why can't I know if my birth mother gave me up for adoption or not?" I spoke quite angered, I didn't go through all this hassle just to be rejected my information "I understand your frustration miss, but there's two things standing in your way, first you're not of age at the moment to be searching for that kind of information, and if you were adopted it would be a closed adoption, one that was extremely private, whoever gave birth to you, whether you were adopted or not, made sure that no one would find out who they really are, you would have to get a court order in order to be released that information, it can take up to 10 years to even have your order reviewed, and even at that it's not guaranteed that you'll find out what you're searching for" I groaned loudly "great, this isn't how I wanted my day to go" I sighed again and grabbed my birth certificate from the receptionist and was about to walk out of the hospital when I saw a man sitting in the waiting room wearing a black Blueberry London trench coat, Leonard Logsdail suit under it, a Lock & Co Hatters Panama hat, Cartier sunglasses, black leather Forzieri gloves and some recently polished Allen Edmond shoes. He was clearly an extremely rich person, and was some sort of professional, you could tell. He almost looked like an FBI agent, there was clearly a very important person in this hospital that he doesn't want anyone to get to. I best be standing clear of his way, he's quite intimidating, wouldn't want to anger him. I kept my head down and avoided eye contact with the man as I marched my way out of the hospital.

As I got home, my parents were already back from work and chatting in the living room, I walked through the door and made my way to the stairs "hey sweetheart, where'd you go?" – "nowhere mom" I responded as I lazily walked up the stairs and back to my room. I can't believe, after wasting my time on finding my birth certificate, no one could tell me what I was wanting to know. 'You're not the legal age' I mimicked her, I'm turning 18 in a few weeks! Maybe I'll ask my mother on my birthday..

I tried to forget the whole adoption thing for as long as I could, my birthday is now in a couple of days, whenever I thought about it too much it gave me a migraine, I overthink the possibilities. I decided I needed to clear my mind, the only thing that really seems to do exactly that is going for a long jog. I changed into some running shorts and a sports bra, grabbed my Ipod putting the headphones in my ears blaring the song starships by nicki minaj and leaving the house beginning my long jog. About half way through my jog, I sat down on a bench beside the road to take a breather, it was a beautiful day out, the sun was shining, there were no clouds in the sky. If you looked around and you could see people bringing their little kids to get ice cream, and people out walking their dogs. I love the area I live in, everyone's so friendly, and everything looks beautiful, there's no buildings half rotted, it's all nice quality buildings around here. The lawn at the park is always very well maintained, every flower you see anywhere is just glowing with color, if I didn't know better, I would've thought this was a wealthy town, it's really not far from it. I smiled looking around seeing how happy people are today, but that smile quickly faded when I saw him again, remember the man from the hospital? Yeah him. His trench coat, boots, gloves, hat, everything is the same. What's the possibilities that he is exactly where I am, two times in a row? I got a strange feeling inside me, a strange feeling against him, to be completely honest he scares the daylights out of me. My heart started beating inside my chest, and I thought now would be a good time to head back to the house, and fast. I got up off the bench and ran the other direction, the one that leads directly to my house, but the whole time I was running back I felt eyes on me. Not one second did I feel safe, instead of jogging I practically sprinted back, I wanted to get away from that man as quickly as possible.