Is She Trusted?

I watched my parents drive up on the side of the curb, my parents got out of the car in a rush, and both of them were drenched in water from the rain. It was the middle of winter and it is still snowing, piles of snow buried my house making it hard to see outside. I was so close to the tinted glass that I could see my hot breath against the window. My mom looked up at me from down below. "Ready!?" She yelled realizing how loud she was. I nodded not even bothering to yell back, because of how far away we were. My dad and mom had two or three bags in their hands. My dad had a bag over his shoulder. He was struggling to get to the front door, and the rest of the bags were on his arm. My mom on the other hand was a free bird, She was just on her phone with her umbrella. Wow mom you're a “big” help. I continued to look out the window as if there was something exciting going on outside. I basically just looked out the window for the past two weeks while my parents were out in Miami. I just got stuck here with my old lazy babysitter. She just sits on the couch without any pants, just a long dirty stained T-shirt. I have been begging my parents to let me go with them, but they said that they needed their time alone. On their way there they called me saying that they are going back to Miami next week, and I finally convinced my parents to let me go with them next week. Now I don't have to deal with Mrs. Goody's farts, and her stinky sweaty armpits. Yes she WAS married, but she got a divorce years ago and she has been crying ever since. Every time we bring up Mr.Goody she cries herself to sleep, and that's not even the worst part, when she sleeps she has a snot bubble and you don't want to get close, because if you wake her the snot bubble pops and the snot goes everywhere, so when she sleeps you might want to keep your distance. There really is no point for me to have a babysitter because all she does is eat, sleep, and cry. I am the one who cleans, makes me dinner and folds the clothes, so I don't even need anyone.Besides I am 13 so me having a babysitter is just nonsense. I probably would be calling my friends, or on instagram but the thing is, I don't have FRIENDS or a phone. I have spent my whole life without a phone, and up to this day I still DON'T have a phone. I have been trying to tell my parents that I have 13, I am responsible for having one. But they think I’m probably going to wind up like those other kids.

~Bump~ ~Bump~ ~Bump~

I quickly turned my head but my body just kept facing the window. That noise was either Mrs.Goody trying to fix her up a jelly sandwich, or my parents dropping those heavy bags on the wooden floor downstairs. I think it was my parents. I took a sigh of relief because if it was Mrs.Goody trying to make her a jelly sandwich she would put the jelly everywhere but her sandwich just like she did the last time. I glanced at the window thinking that I don't want to leave it not for one second, but I have to. I slowly crawled myself back into my bed, and covered myself with my blankets just to relax. So much for relaxation all I hear downstairs is bumping and thumping for the bags, and my dad’s boots. They really need to keep it down.

Mom’s Point Of View

I kind of felt a bit bad that my husband Michael had to carry all those bags, but at least I carried one. We both entered our home and as always Mrs.Goody is still sleeping on the couch. I kind of have a feeling that she has been sleeping the whole time we were gone, I bet Gabreilla had to take care of herself. I tiptoed to the couch to see if Mrs.Goody has a snot bubble and of course she does. Michael was folding the clothes that were out of the dryer. I walked toward him. “Hunny, why are you always hiring this babysitter, all she does is sleep all day” I whispered. “I….I don't know” He gave me a look, and continued to ignore the fact that I was upset. He just kept folding the clothes….well there were only 2 pairs of pants, and one sock and I think he was trying to get out of washing the dishes because he was taking FOREVER, so that means I have to do the dishes myself but first I wanted to see what Gabrielle was doing because I haven't heard anything from her. I went upstairs but kept constantly giving Michael a glare until I made it to Gabrielle's bedroom. I knocked on the door with my index knuckle, and she was just on her bed not even paying attention to me or anything. “C’mon in” she had a look on her face, like she was depressed about something. I walked over there and sat on her bed. “Hey hun” I didn't really know what to say, she didn't even look at me at all. I tucked my lips in, and started rubbing my thighs and kept rocking back and forth which made the bed creak. “Mom” she said it like she wasn't even bothered with me. I excitedly turned to her, I don't know why I was excited. It was just that she hadn't said anything to me all day, so I was just surprised. “Yes!” Wow I think I was a little too excited. “Get out” She rolled her eyes. Oh...I didn't know she was going to say that. I slowly nodded my head, and walked out, and don't worry I closed the door to give her some space. Some much for parenting.

Gabrielle's Point Of View

I haven't really told you guys yet, but when my parents were on vacation I kinda got information about me. I kind of found out that I was…….ADOPTED!

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Sorry my mind went blank, but yes I am adopted. That's why I was a bit upset with my mom because she didn't tell me! I don't know when to tell her but I need to tell her soon.

3 days later……..

My dad is out getting groceries for dinner, and I think during dinner I should tell them what I know, but it has to be quick before it's too late.

During Dinner……

I was just silent the whole time but I need to tell them. “So how ya like the din-” My dad said with his mouth stuffed with carrots. “I know your secret” I interrupted. They both froze for a second then they looked at each other. “I uh..What secret” My mom started wiping her mouth. “That I am adopted” I was so upset I could flip the table over. “I-I” My mom stuttered. “You know what, save it, I am done with you mom. Stop acting so innocent because you're not, I am staying at grandma's house for a couple of weeks and don't even bother calling you know why…...BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A PHONE!” I ran upstairs to pack my stuff. My mom is such a liar!

30 mins later……

I was ready and as I was downstairs my mom was crying like a baby…..GROW UP.

I probably WONT see my mom again. She better get used to it!