I opened the kitchen cupboard and looked for something to eat. I decided on just having a banana from the fruit bowl. I peeled off the sides and placed the yellow part into my mouth.

A sudden sound scared me, but then I realised it was just the doorbell. Wait, who would be coming to my house at this time? My mum hadn't arrived home from work yet.

I cautiously walked over to the front door. I opened it slightly to see no one there. Probably some kids playing a prank I thought. I looked around one last time and spotted a letter on the porch addressed to me.

I picked it up off the floor and closed the door. My body is relaxed as I sat onto the leather couch. I carefully opened the envelope, trying not to rip it. I slid out the letter and unfolded it.

Dear Hope,

I know that my family has not contacted you in any manor since the day I left you at the doorstep of the home you now sleep in, but I have wrote this to inform you of some important news.

Your uncle did not wish me to tell you this, but I think you should know. Hope, your biological mother is dead. She was killed in a fire, and one day when we meet, I will tell you the whole story.

I am sorry for your loss, just know that we are here for you. Even if here is a thousand miles away.

Always and forever,

Your Aunt Becks.

I reread the letter, over and over. Each time feeling more emotions wield up inside of me.

My mother is dead. I never got to meet her and now she is dead. I didn't even know her name and she was gone. I found tears falling from my eyes. I never knew one could cry so much in just a week. I need to talk to someone. I need my best friend.

I got out my phone and dialled the most frequently called number. It rang for a while until Kealey finally picked up.

"Hello?" She asked. Probably didn't look at the caller ID.

"Kealey, I-I..." I realise that I'm unable to say the words. I start to cry even harder, uncontrollable tears flowed from my face.

"Hope? Hope what's wrong?" Kealey said worried, "I'm coming, Hope. I'm coming." I just nodded and dropped to my knees. Despite our fight, our friendship will never truly break. It will never break like how my heart was broken.

The clock ticked, five minutes later the front door busted open.

"Hope!" Kealey shouted at the sight of me. She ran over and pulled me into a hug.

"It's alright, whatever it is it will be fine," she told me. I shook my head, how will this be fine?

"Hope, what's wrong?" She asked softly. I slid the note over to her. She picked it up with her hands and read.

"I'm so sorry. Hope, listen to me," Kealey says seriously, "I'm think it's about time you go to New Orleans."

"No, I-I can't leave her," I choked out.

"Hope, you just lost your mother. I think this is the time."

"But-" I got cut off.

"No arguing. We are going, back your stuff. I'll leave a note. We are going now," she said.

"We can't just leave," I told her.

"There is something special about you. I don't think your foster mum will understand. We need to leave," Kealey said, looking me in the eye. I reach for the pendent around my neck.

"Ok," I replied.

"Good, go upstairs. I'm going home to get my stuff. Meet me outside in half an hour," Kealey said, I nodded.

Picking myself off the floor I ran into my room and grabbed a large backpack.

I'm going to meet my family.