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The big, bustling bus rolled down the highway the same way that Josie's thoughts ran through her brain. This was her second chance at having a home and she didn't want to screw it up.
Josie was put into an orphanage at a very young age. So young that it was almost like her mother had handed her over to the orphanage as soon as they had left the hospital. Josie knew from looking at her records that her mother had kept her for almost two months. Josie shouldn't have known this of course, but most nights when everyone was asleep, she'd sneak into the office and try to learn as much about her mother as she could. She knew that her mother was 17 when she had her. She knew that her mother's name was Jennifer Watson and her address from when she was 17. She also looked her up on the internet and found that she was a successful Real Estate Agent in a Chicago suburb. For 18 years, Josie wasn't allowed to look for her mother, but now she was 18. She was a legal adult and she could do what she wished, so long as it was within the limits of the law.
Her thoughts ranged from incredibly happy things like going to lunch and shopping with her mom to incredibly dark thoughts like being rejected on her mother's doorstep. She imagined her bright blue eyes filling with tears as her mother said something like "There's a reason I gave you up."
"No." She whispered to herself. "She can't just kick me out of her life. I'm her daughter." She reminded herself of this fact for the rest of the bus ride as she watched the landscape go by and tried to stay away from the large snoring man next to her.
The bus came to a stop and the passengers climbed off. Josie sat there for a second and took a deep breath.
"She has to at least like me." She whispered. "I'm her daughter." The bus driver's gruff voice interrupted her thought process.
"Hey!" She looked up and saw him glaring at her through the rearview mirror. "This is the end of the line. You have to get off here." Josie gathered her things and silently hurried to the front of the bus.
"Thank you for the ride. And sorry for holding you up." She said quietly. She had always been a quiet person. Mrs.Hamilton at the orphanage always said that if she spoke up more, then maybe she'd get adopted. Josie didn't like Mrs.Hamilton very much.
She checked the address that she had written on her hand. It was the address that she had gotten from calling her mother's office. The receptionist must've been a sucker for reuniting families because once Josie explained herself, she rattled off the address immediately. She also looked at the map that she had printed off. Her mother's street was about eight blocks over.
"I'd better start walking." She mumbled. Fortunately, the blocks weren't as long as city blocks and only ended at a new street corner. She had been able to get to her mother's neighborhood in about ten minutes.
She paced back and forth as she thought to herself. Did she really want this? Maybe it was better to just turn around, go back to the orphanage and properly say goodbye to everyone. In the end, she decided that she hadn't travelled 60 miles just to let go of her second chance. She had waited too long to let that chance go.
She slowly walked up to the impressive looking brick house. She ran through her black hair with her fingers to knots out and make it look as straight as possible. After all, she didn't want to look like riff-raff from the street. She extended her long, pale arm and knocked on the bright blue door three times. She heard a dog bark and a pair of feet run down the stairs. Josie had always wanted a do. Maybe she could've had one.
A short woman with Josie's hair and eyes answered the door. She looked tired and worn. Josie cleared her throat.
"Hello, I'm Josie Watson and I am your daughter." The woman widened her eyes and Josie mimiced this movement when she saw a small child run up to the door.
"Mommy, who is she?" She stared at the child and then at her mother and ran away from the house.
I had a whole other part planned, but I ran out of time during the session. I hope you guys liked that.
DFTBA
maggie
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