Coming Home
Chapter One
Andrea's POV
I ran down the dark alley, with only my duffle bag on my shoulder. I didn't know if anyone was following me, but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was getting out, and as far away I could get from this awful town. Alcon, Vermont. Anywhere was better than here. It was a dead end town. Everyone knew everyone, and everything about everybody.
It's horrible.
I ran until I got to a greyhound station. I wasn't going to get on the bus, everyone in there would rat me out the moment they found out I ran away. I was smarter than that, this time anyway. I walked to the back parking lot and looked for a car that looked like it wouldn't be missed. Then I saw it a run down old Toyota. I ran to it and opened my duffle and got a hanger, and started trying to unlock the door.
Click. Click.
I opened the door and threw my duffle bag in the passenger seat, and started working on hotwiring the car.
Gurrrr –Gurrriingggg
I sighed contently. ' My "no plan" plan is working out quite fondly' I thought as I started making my way outta this town. I had no clue where I was going. But I had a idea. New York City. The place where I was born… I was going to find my birth parents.
I pulled into a small Comfort Inn in Albany. I walked in with my duffle bag. The lady at the counter was a old lady with greying hair, she looked over her glasses at me.
"Can I help you, ma'am?" She asked politely, but you could tell she wanted to tell me to leave, by the way she was looking at me. I walked up to the counter, trying to look as grown up a 15 year old could look.
"Yes you can. I need a room for the night. The storm is getting bad and it's very late." I said with a small smile. She looked me up and down.
"You got to be 18 or older to rent a room here, young lady. You need to go home. We don't need no trouble here." She spat, at me. No worries. Plan B. I converted my small smile into a what I called a "Excuse me" face.
"I'm sorry Ma'am, But I am 18. I face here is my ID." I pulled out my fake id I had made before my trip. Of course none of the information on there is true. Not even the name.
"Sarah Jean Cornell?" She question.
"She ma'am. Now like I said, I like a room. Or I could go spend my money elsewhere." I said gripping my duffle bag harder, to prove my point. She pulled out a pair of keys that said 203, and handed them to me.
"Your room is one the second floor." She said glaring at me to figure out if giving me the keys was a good idea or not. I smiled, and handed her the money that would cover one night.
"Thank you very much." I said as I walked away to my room. Once I got in I jumped on the bed and laughed. I never felt so happy. Just being one step closer to knowing my parents is a dream come true. I couldn't wait to meet them. I got up and went to the bathroom, and got in the shower. I wasn't wasting any time. The quicker I go to sleep the quicker I'll be to seeing the face of my mom and dad. I got out the shower, and changed into my jammies. I got in my bed and quickly closed my eyes. Hopefully tomorrow will be as good as this one.
I woke up to sirens in the distant. I got up and looked around my room. Everything is where it should be. I went to the bathroom and hopped in the shower and to a quickie. I don't know when the next time I'll be able to do this again will be. I got dress and packed my bags. I also packed a pillow and a small blanket from the bed. I left the keys to the room on the bed and walked down the back stairwell. I had a feeling that going down the front would be trouble. I walked outside and got into the stolen Toyota. I started it and pulled out of the Comfort Inn parking lot. Not even a mile away, about 3 cop cars pulled into the Comfort Inn. Good thing I got out when I did. I sighed, 'God must be on my side.' I thought with a small smile. In three in a half hour I should be in New York City. But I think I could make it in 2. I sped into the morning traffic.
I was on a mission. And I was determined to win.
I was finally here. New York City, the Fashion City of America, the place where my parent should be. I was walking down the side walk. I had to ditch the car, because I had a feeling the car was reported stolen, and I didn't need that right now. So I decided to walk out the rest of my trip. NewYork–Presbyterian Hospital was my next destination. I only had a few more blocks to go and I would be there. The side walk was full of average people, walking and talking into their Bluetooth. I wonder if one of these people could be my mom or dad. My dad could be a CEO of some mega company, and my mom could be a model. They could be anything. As I walked and wondered to myself, I heard yelling the was pushed into a wall, by some boy who was running. He looked back and yelled sorry, then continue on his running marathon. Another guy, who was also running, stopped by me and picked up my duffle bag, and handed it to me.
"Sorry about that. My brother and I have to be somewhere." He said with a apologetic smile. His hair was black and he had green hazel eyes.
"Thanks, well you better get going before your late." I said to him. He pulled out his cell phone and checked the time.
"I can walk with you for a couple of seconds. Being late never hurts." He said with a small smile. I smile, and we started walking towards the hospital.
"My names Josh, what's yours?" Josh asked.
"Andrea, but I prefer Andy." I said readjusting my duffle bag.
"Andy." Josh said quietly.
"Yeah… Andy." I said again unsure of what he was doing.
"Andrea is a pretty name for a pretty girl. I'm going to call you Andrea. Okay?" Josh said looking at me. I blushed.
"Umm, okay." I said, and looked away so he wouldn't notice my blush.
"SO Andrea , where do you go to school?" Josh asked. I looked him and thought quickly.
"I just umm… moved here. No school yet. What school do you go to?"
"I got to Hope High School, down in Brooklyn. But today me and my brother get a get out of school card. " Josh said, I nodded not wanting to pry into his business.
"So where are you headed to?" josh question.
"To New York–Presbyterian hospital. I need to get some paper for my mom." I half lied. Josh nodded.
"Well I guess I should go since the hospital is right down this street. But umm… can I have your number? We could hang out some time." Josh said with a smile.
"I would give it to you, but I have no phone." I said with an apologetic smile. He dug in his pocket and got a pen. He grabbed my hand and wrote in my palm his number.
"Give me a ring when you get a chance. I always text in school!" he yelled as he walked away. I blushed again and started walking to the hospital. Josh was the first person who actually wanted to get to know me. Being in New York could be a fresh start for me. Once I find my parents anyway.
I entered the hospital, and was filled with nervous jitters. People were everywhere. It was mind boggling. I felt like sitting down, but I couldn't. I started making my way through the crowded hospital looking for an area where a nurse could help me. I found a doctor who was just reviewing some papers. I walked over to him, and asked him where the information desk was. He told me that was where he was heading and he'd be please to take me. I followed him to Information Desk, once we were there, I thanked him. I got behind some lady who was waiting to be assisted. One of the four nurse called next and she left. I was the next person in line. I was so nervous.
Next!
I walked over to the nurse who was sitting at a small desk. She had long blond hair, and hazel eyes. Her name tag read "Mrs. Swanson"
"How can I help you honey?" she asked in a sweet kind voice. She looked up at me and gave a small gasp. My heart started beating fast. 'Was I wanted by law? Is something wrong?' I thought. But I had to keep my composer.
"I need my birth Certificate please. My mom was to busy to get it and I need it to place sports." I said with a small smile. She smile back.
"Sure honey, what's your name, and birthday?" She asked.
"Andrea Taylor Delmont, and January 13, 1996." I said hopefully. My last name was changed when I moved in with my foster family. I only remember using the Delmont on one occasion before changing it. Hopefully it was the right name. Mrs. Swanson started typing away at her computer, but she didn't fail to take quick glances at me. I was becoming more and more nervous by the minute.
"Here we go Andrea." She said as the paper started to print.
"So what school do you go to?" She asked, with a smile.
"Hope High School." I said using the only school I knew of.
"Really? My daughter goes there Allison. Maybe you know her?" She said.
"No, but I'm pretty sure I seen her around." I said with a little smile.
"I'm sure you have." She said then, handed me my Certificate.
"I hope you make the team honey." She said as I walked away. I just waved back at her then when I was out of her site. I ran out of the building. I had it. The only thing that will link me to my rightful parents. I looked at the paper, and smiled. Names, I had names,
Mother: Courtney Rene Delmont
Father: Duncan Evan Wright
I am so close to finding my parents I could almost smell them. I can't wait to see them.
Author's Note.!
So this story just hit me with a big BANG.! I was watching tv and writing Drama is Not the Word (which will be up dated if not today tomorrow) when I thought of this story. I have a few ideas for this story, but I don't know. I think I have to many stories up and running but this story is speaks to me. SO expect to see more of it soon. I hope you guys liked it a lot. I loved writing it. Next chapter will be AMAZING. If it turns out the way I vision it. But of course it's gonna be awesome. Well This Author's note from this point on will be ramblings, I was shooting for 2,ooo words or more and I'm short 20 words. (Laugh out Loud) Well I been working on College days and surfing waves. That should also be updated either today or tomorrow. I just got off of fall break so.. back to the busy school days. But school days are good days for you guys, because I am more likely to get on my computer to work on homework and slowly but surely make my way into working on completing a chapter. Either way. 3 stories will be updated this week. Then The Last Fight (Long Anticipated Story) will be worked on. It's gonna be the… I guess we can call it the Pre-Climax : ) well whatever you want to call it. It's coming. Well Long Rambles Over. Tune in next time to see what Andrea will do, to finding her parents.
-Love Anna. 3