Chapter 3: Margie part 2

Margie's POV

Ms. Candice stands tapping her foot against the ground as she reads over the red slip pf paper for a third time.

"I just don't understand." She says. "All this from seeing a pregnant cashier?"

"Yup." I answer. Apparently after the little incident at the store Emma decided that if she couldn't get an answer out of me she'd just see what her friends at school thought. I can almost picture the shock on her teacher's face when she discovered that the group of five-year-olds were discussing where babies come from. And when asked who had brought up this question all little fingers pointed towards Emma. Thus resulting in the red slip.

"Well what am I supposed to do? She's much too young to have the talk.

"Hell if I know." I shrug. "Good luck with that though." I grin and walk away, retreating to my room to work on homework.

Emma's POV

"Emma dear, could I have a word with you?" Ms. Candy calls. I cringe and walk into her office, preparing for a lecture.

"I'm really sorry Ms. Candy." I begin defending myself before she has a chance to start lecturing. "I didn't mean to get into trouble. I was just askin' a question. How was I 'possed to know it was an 'inappropriate' one?"

"It's alright Emma. You're not in trouble. Come, sit down." I sigh in relief and plop down in the big comfy chair. "If I'm not in any trouble, then what do you need to talk to me for?"

"Well… I thought that you might still want that question of yours answered." I smile. Finally somebody knows the answer. I watch Ms. Candy as she gets up and starts walking back and forth. I lean back in the chair and wait. Ms. Candy is my only friend. The other kids at school are okay but I never stay in a school long enough to keep a real friend. I've known Ms. Candy since as long as I can remember. Her real name is Ms. Candice but she lets me call her Ms. Candy cause we're friends. She's the nicest lady here. I keep waiting for her to answer my question but she keeps walking and looking down at the ground muttering to herself. I think maybe she forgot the answer. She comes and sits back down.

"Alright, so, um you see… when a man and a woman love each other very much they… well uh first they get married… and then… then when they are both good and ready they decide to… start a family…"

I nod. "But where does the baby come from?" I ask.

"Well the mommy and the daddy they…"

"Babies come from mommies and daddies?"

"Uh… yeah. Yes, yes they do."

"So then that means that I came from a mommy and a daddy!?" I ask excited.

"Why yes, of course."

"So I do have a mommy and a daddy!"

"Yes…"

"But when I came here they said that my mommy and daddy weren't really my mommy and daddy."

"That's because they weren't. Not your real ones at least. They just adopted you."

"But I thought that was how all parents got their babies. They 'dopt them."

"Ohh." Ms. Candy says. "Now I see. No sweetie, that's just how some parents get babies. But babies actually come from a mommy and daddy. Even the ones who are adopted. The parents that they come from are called their birth parents."

"Who are my birth parents?" I ask.

"I don't know baby."

"What happened to them?"

"No one knows."

"Did they get losted?"

"Maybe…"

"Then I have to find them!" I yell. I jump up and run out of the room. I hear Ms. Candy calling after me but I don't listen I just keep running faster and faster. I have a mommy and daddy and they're out there somewhere and I am going to find them.

Margie's POV

I am almost finished with my homework when suddenly Emma bursts into the room. She's panting heavily like she's just run a marathon. She slams the door shut behind her and turns the lock.

"What are you doing?" I question.

"Hiding." She answers blatantly as she crawls under the desk.

"From who?"

"Ms. Candy."

"Well you can't hide in here! Get out."

"But you have to help me!" she argues.

"I'm not helping you do anything."

"I have parents!" she blurts out proudly.

"And?"

"And I have to find them!" she says. "They're losted and they need me to find them. You gotta help me Margie. You gotta help me find them!"

"Woah woah woah. Slow down. We're not finding anybody."

"But" she protests. "I have to find them."

"Listen kid. We don't even know who your parents are. Or anything about them. You're not going to find them. It's impossible."

"But I gotta at least try!" she yells determinedly. The door handle begins to shake followed by someone pounding on the door.

"Margie, is Emma in there with you?" Ms. Candice calls. I look towards Emma. She looks at me with wide pleading eyes.

"Yeah she's in here." I get up and unlock the door then let her in. Emma glares at me from under the desk, her mouth agape in a look of betrayal.

"Emma come out from under there." Ms. Candice says nicely. Emma groans but complies, crawling out from under the desk and standing back up to face Ms. Candice. "Now listen here. I know you want to find your parents but it's not that simple."

"I have to find them!" she exclaims.

"I understand why you feel that way. However, finding them would be a very difficult task especially for a little girl. Why don't we just keep focusing on hiding a nice foster family right now? And maybe, when you're older, we can discuss finding your birth parents, okay?"

"Okay." Emma agrees disappointedly.

"Good girl." Ms. Candice praises. "Now go on to the study room and work on your homework." Emma nods solemnly and sulks away.

"She's not going to listen, you know." I say as soon as Emma leaves the room.

"She'll be fine." Ms. Candice states. "Now you do the same and finish up your homework. I'll see you at supper."

I am in my Calculus class when the announcer goes off. "Would Margery Bates please report to the front office." A chorus off "oooh's" erupt from my classmates.

"She's on her way." My teacher replies. I shove my things into my backpack and sling it over my shoulder. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I walk across the classroom and out the door. As I slowly make my way to the office, I replay everything bad I've done in the past month, desperately trying to figure out what I've done to be called up to the office this time. I hesitate at the door. Guess I'll just have to go in and find out. I open the door and step inside. I immediately spot Ms. Candice. Great, they called her up here. I can't think of what I've done but it must have been pretty bad if she's here. Normally they either call or just send a note home. I approach her cautiously anxious to figure out why I'm here.

"Oh Margie!" she exclaims. "Thank goodness you're here!" Her eyes are red and her cheeks are stained with tears.

"What's going on?" I asked, concerned.

"It's Emma, she's missing."

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