UnWanted

Genesis Arianna Anderson is a 18 year old girl. She just recently finds out she is adopted. Her "parents" aren't telling her who her mother and father is. So she takes matter in to her own hands. Who are Her Real Parents? Why didn't they want her?

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2. Genesis

"We're like stars in the sunset beautiful as ever. We are very rare and unique."

No that doesn't sound right, I said as I tore the paper out of my notebook. "Sounds good to me" Jacob said as he slowly came into my bedroom. "Hey, buddie!" excited to see him, I got off my bed and swooped him off his feet.

"No!" squealed Jacob, as he kicked his feet. "Put me down! I'm not a baby any more!"

"What do you mean?" I asked as I placed him back on his feet. 

"I'm in Kindergarten now, I'm a big boy." said Jacob smiling from ear to ear.

"That's right. But, I can pick you up whenever I want to." I said, as I closed my notebook and set it on my nightstand.

"Are you still working on your story for school?" Jacob asked curiously as he climbed himself onto the bed.

"Yeah, I didn't think it would be this hard, I don't have any great stories to tell." 

"Well, I think you should write about the time we went to Never-Land." Jacob said, sipping his juice from his cup.

"Jacob, that wasn't real, that was in a story book." I said. 

"Felt real to me." he said, hopping off my bed and despairing into the hallway. 

I chuckled to myself, as I got up and went downstairs. 

"Hi, honey. How's that story coming along?" my Dad asked. 

"It's coming slowly, I don't have a story to tell." 

"Surely, you have something. Take a walk down memory lane" he said, as he smiled. 

"What's for dinner tonight?" I asked. 

"Food" he said, playfully. As, I rolled my eyes, I went into the office room,  I found my mom typing away at her computer desk. "Mom" I said, trying to get her attention. She looked up at me and smiled, "Oh hello, darling, I didn't see you there". Oh, how I adored her British accent, it was so beautiful just like her. "Its okay, i know your busy." I said as I set down in the comfy sofa. 

"Not too busy to talk with my daughter"

I smiled, "I'm needing ideas, for the essay."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I don't have any adventurous stories that have made a change in my life."

"Well, what is Kennedy writing his story on? Maybe you could get some ideas from him. 

Kennedy has been my friend sense fourth grade, he's smart, funny, and he's a really good basketball player on our school team. 

"Maybe I could" shrugging my shoulders. 

" Well, I have a conference call, so I will speak with you at dinner time." she said picking up the phone. 

I walked out of room, closing the door behind me. I thought to myself

 "There's absolutely no way possible, that I am going to be able to write a five page essay by the end of the semester."

I guess my dad caught my thought because he looked at me and said "Gen you will do just fine, don't stress". 

I nodded and went into my bedroom and laid on my bed, closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. 

 

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