Chapter 10 – Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

I got up early and took the bus to school. I didn't want to have to face him. How could he lie to me about something so important like that? How could he not tell me I had other parents? Real parents. Of course you're probably thinking, he is your real parent. He's raised you your whole life. But if you knew how I was raised and what I'd been through, you wouldn't be singing the same tune.

School didn't get any easier either. If it weren't for the sympathetic glances from Mr. Simpson or the constant questioning from Sean, I think I could have probably gotten through the day. But God wasn't smiling on me lately. Especially today.

Today I was, yet gain, sitting in front of the school. This time, however, there wasn't anyone to annoy me. No Sean, Amy, Alex, or Jay. I didn't really care where they were, I was just glad that they weren't here.

It was eerily quiet outside. Of course, it was no different than any other day. It was just different today. Maybe it was because I felt different.

More than anything I was mad at myself. How could I not know they weren't my parents? I was taken as a baby, yes, but should there have been some kind of clue? Like, non-resemblance? Isn't that how most kids found out they were adopted? They looked completely different from their parents. Maybe they had known their whole lives they were adopted.

Was that it? Had they told me at one point and I had just forgotten? Is it my fault for not understanding? Not knowing? Of course that's extremely unlikely.

I wasn't sure whom to blame: Dad, Mom, Christine, or myself.

"Care if I sit down?"

I looked up at him and instantly wanted him to go away.

"If you feel like it. But I warn you I have a contagious disease and you may not live to make it through the day."

"I think I'll take my chances." He laughed.

He sat down and put his briefcase on his lap.

"Did your father tell you?" He asked.

I looked at him and didn't say anything. I didn't have to. He already knew.

He opened his briefcase and pulled out a piece of paper.

"I thought you might want this. You can do with it what you want. Burn it, throw it away, or keep it. I don't care. I just thought you'd like to know who you are-were, I mean."

He handed the slip to me and got up.

"Just remember, Parker. Your mother loved you. There wasn't a minute that went by that she didn't regret giving you up."

I nodded and finally looked down at what lay before me. It was my birth certificate. My real birth certificate.

He turned around and began to walk up the steps.

"Mr. Simpson?" I called. He stopped and turned around, looking down at me. "Thanks."

He nodded and went back into the building.

It didn't know what I was going to do or how I was going to get through this, but I knew one thing: I had to talk to Christine.

A/n. I'm not sure if the title of the chapter has anything to do with the actual chapter. I happened to be listening to the song at the time of writing this. Any who, I'm sorry for being so slow. I know I constantly say that, but do nothing about it. Does that make me a hypocrite? Anyway, I hope this chapter will suffice for now. I actually am impressed with this chapter. I hope you are too. It's not long or anything, it's just…Hell, I don't know. To get off topic, I must say that you absolutely HAVE to read the books, The Face On the Milk Carton, What happened to Janie, The voice on the radio, and What Janie Found by Caroline B. Cooney. Those books are EXCELLENT! It's about a girl who finds that not only her parents aren't really her parents, but that she was kidnapped at a young age. It's really good. Any who, REVIEW!