My New Parents Are Who
1
I walked home from the Music Box Wednesday afternoon with my guitar case in one hand and my Ipod blasting the King and I soundtrack. The walk took nearly an hour but I always enjoyed these walks, plus it’s good exercise. I got to my house around five and I wasn’t prepared for the sight there.
Two police cars were in front of the house. When I came into view the doors opened and four police officers came out. They came up to me and I took a small step back.
“Are you Sadie Royce?” the man nearest me asked.
“Yes,” I said warily.
“May we come inside?”
“My parents aren’t home.”
“We know. May we please come in?”
“I guess.”
I unlocked the door and let the four cops in. there were three men and one woman. We went into the living room and I sat in the recliner while they sat on the couch.
“Did I do something?” I asked.
“No,” one of the men said.
“Then why are you here?”
“I know this may come as a shock to you but your parents are…dead,” the man who asked to come in said.
“What?”
“They were shot at a store robbery. The criminal is now in jail where he will stay without probation.”
“My parents are dead?”
“Yes.”
“Then where will I live?”
“You will be put up for adoption?”
“Adoption?”
“Yes,” the woman said. “An adoption agency will find a family suitable for you. Then you will meet with them. If you don’t think they’ll be good parents then the agency will find you a new family. Until then do you have somewhere to stay?”
“Would it be alright if I stayed with my aunt?” this was getting to be to much.
“If it’s alright with her. Why don’t you go call and then let me talk to her.”
I nodded and took out my phone. I dialed my Aunt Marie’s number.
“Hello?”
“Hi Aunt Marie.”
“Oh hi, Sadie. What’s up
“Can I stay over for a few days? Something’s happened?”
“What happened?”
“Mom and dad were killed.”
“What?!”
“I’ll explain it later. Can I just stay for a few days?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Here, can you talk to the police officer?”
“Yes.”
I handed the phone to the woman and she started talking. She told Aunt Marie everything. A few minutes later she said bye, hung up the phone, and handed it to me.
“Once you pack a bag or two we’ll bring you over there. You only need clothes and any other necessities you think you need. Once we have a family chosen you’ll come back and pack everything else.”
“What will I do with my parents’ things?”
“You may store them, sell them, or give them to your family to take care of.”
“Why can’t I just live with my family permanently?”
“Because they aren’t authorized to adopt you.”
“Oh. Should I pack now?”
“Yes. I’ll come with you and drive you over. You three may leave.” She said to the other officers. I guessed she was sort of in charge. They left and she turned to me with a soft smile. “Now, why don’t you show me to your room?”
Two police cars were in front of the house. When I came into view the doors opened and four police officers came out. They came up to me and I took a small step back.
“Are you Sadie Royce?” the man nearest me asked.
“Yes,” I said warily.
“May we come inside?”
“My parents aren’t home.”
“We know. May we please come in?”
“I guess.”
I unlocked the door and let the four cops in. there were three men and one woman. We went into the living room and I sat in the recliner while they sat on the couch.
“Did I do something?” I asked.
“No,” one of the men said.
“Then why are you here?”
“I know this may come as a shock to you but your parents are…dead,” the man who asked to come in said.
“What?”
“They were shot at a store robbery. The criminal is now in jail where he will stay without probation.”
“My parents are dead?”
“Yes.”
“Then where will I live?”
“You will be put up for adoption?”
“Adoption?”
“Yes,” the woman said. “An adoption agency will find a family suitable for you. Then you will meet with them. If you don’t think they’ll be good parents then the agency will find you a new family. Until then do you have somewhere to stay?”
“Would it be alright if I stayed with my aunt?” this was getting to be to much.
“If it’s alright with her. Why don’t you go call and then let me talk to her.”
I nodded and took out my phone. I dialed my Aunt Marie’s number.
“Hello?”
“Hi Aunt Marie.”
“Oh hi, Sadie. What’s up
“Can I stay over for a few days? Something’s happened?”
“What happened?”
“Mom and dad were killed.”
“What?!”
“I’ll explain it later. Can I just stay for a few days?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Here, can you talk to the police officer?”
“Yes.”
I handed the phone to the woman and she started talking. She told Aunt Marie everything. A few minutes later she said bye, hung up the phone, and handed it to me.
“Once you pack a bag or two we’ll bring you over there. You only need clothes and any other necessities you think you need. Once we have a family chosen you’ll come back and pack everything else.”
“What will I do with my parents’ things?”
“You may store them, sell them, or give them to your family to take care of.”
“Why can’t I just live with my family permanently?”
“Because they aren’t authorized to adopt you.”
“Oh. Should I pack now?”
“Yes. I’ll come with you and drive you over. You three may leave.” She said to the other officers. I guessed she was sort of in charge. They left and she turned to me with a soft smile. “Now, why don’t you show me to your room?”