Chapter 2 The Key

My fake parents came and they told me that they were going to the beach tomorrow. I acted cool, like nothing happened. Obviously I wasn't going with them, so I didn't bother. Besides, I wanted to inspect the mirror. The mirror had a key slot, so I guessed that I'm looking for a key. That night I guessed that the key won't be hanging on a key chain holder, so when my fake parents leave, I'll use a metal detector or something. The night went by fast. I did the every morning thing; make breakfast, use the bathroom, take a shower, etc.., then got down to business when my parents left. I took out the metal detector and started searching around the mirror. I found no key. I checked the living room, no key. I checked the kitchen, bedrooms, everywhere and I didn't find anything! Anything! Well, maybe besides a couple of dollars, but that doesn't matter. I never gave up. If it's my destiny, then it's gonnna happen. And when I mean it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen. Two days go by quickly.

For two days..Two whole days I searched for the key, but no luck. No luck at all. I tried so hard, but nothing. Then my fake mom came, she was washing all the stuffed toys in the house for the first time, so I gave her Bretta and went back to thinking. I had math homework, so I had to do that first. When I finished, my fake mom finished washing the toys. She called me. "Aika? What is this key for?" She said. She found it in Bretta, therefor leaving me shocked as an idiot. "It was in Bretta all along..Better not let her know." I thought, "Ahem, I just found that key on the ground. It's really pretty, that's what I have it." I said, sounding weird to her. I just didn't get it, she still fell for it! And there it was, the key to my future, or atleast I think it is. I didn't exactly start thinking on what would happen after.

"Aika, I'm not done talking, this sheet of paper was with the key." My fake mom said.
"...Did you read it"
"No"
"Ok, maybe it's another instruction sheet or message from mom and dad.." I mumbled to myself, taking the paper and going into my room, locking the door. I looked at it, but it wasn't a note, but a picture! A picture of my family, my real one. My mom was so beautiful...and looks almost like me. My dad was big and strong, and there was me. As a little baby, about a year or so. To me, it was like the perfect family, but it's not. I looked at the key, "I think tomorrow, after school I'll go on my first journey." I thought to myself. I put my face flat onto my pillow and screamed into it. Who knows what will happen, everything has a purpose, a reason, and a destiny.