-Dear Delaney,I鈥檓 sorry.About everything.Hopefully,when you get older you鈥檒l understand.Someone will swing by to pick you around noon.Don鈥檛 ask questions.Only bring necessities.Oh-and,don鈥檛 bother looking for me.
Iwondered if mom thought this note would count as an explanation.If anything- it only made me wonder more. I came across it just as I was collecting all of my things; it was simply an afterthought. I folded it into a small rectangle and slid it in my back pocket. Every ink splatter and dent in the paper told me she had spent some time planning out what she was going to tell me. She didn鈥檛 want to give away too much information, yet she didn鈥檛 want to leave me clueless either. I saw- at one point- she had even written 鈥?Love, mom鈥?at the bottom of the paper. Who knows why she erased it鈥?maybe she decided that I was no longer her daughter. We were only business partners鈥?commuting because it was expected of us.
A red pick-up truck pulled into the driveway ten minutes before twelve. I cursed quietly under my breath. Originally, I had planned to take off before my mother鈥檚 rescue squad arrived. It was as if they were throwing me a floater I wanted nothing to do with. 鈥淟et me drown.鈥?I wanted to yell out. 鈥?I don鈥檛 care anymore.鈥?I slung my backpack over my shoulder and took one last look around at the apartment. The landlords, Mr. and Mrs. Alderson, probably thought they had the whole story figured out. They were always badgering my mom about rent- coming up with some excuse to poke around in our apartment. If it wasn鈥檛 the water heater, it was the air conditioner- which seemed to be functioning just fine if you asked me. The Alderson鈥檚 knew I was skipping school鈥?all they needed was evidence so that they could turn me into the social workers. Sometimes, my mother would put on a show to get on their good side. She鈥檇 invite them in for dinner on Memorial Day; lighting Turkey scented candles and placing them spontaneously so that it鈥檇 smell like we actually attempted to cook something. 鈥?Delaney鈥︹€?my mother would say, instantly putting on a fake smile and making sure the Alderson鈥檚 were listening. 鈥?Be a dear and take their coats to the foyer. Make sure the furnace is on, too- it鈥檚 getting a little chilly.鈥?For one, we don鈥檛 have a foyer. Second of all, our furnace has been broken for two years. Lastly, my mom never uses the word 鈥榗hilly鈥? unless she is trying to impress someone. According to the Alderson鈥榮, we packed up and moved to Bermuda. Bermuda would probably be a lot better opposed to where I was going, though. I watched from the window as the car door swung open and revealed a pudgy looking woman around her late twenties. She had rosy cheeks and soft curls that framed her face. I couldn鈥檛 help but notice what she was wearing: a short mini-skirt over black leggings and a tube top. Great. At first, I thought about letting the strange woman stand outside of the door. It was what my mother had done to child protective services many times before. They鈥檇 wait- for a good twenty minutes- before finally deciding that nobody was home. It was a technique I had grown accustomed to. I later decided against it because I felt guilty. This woman clearly had no idea what she was getting herself into- considering the fact that she was so bright eyed and enthusiastic. Who was she, anyways? 鈥?Knock, knock.鈥?she said, in a sing-song type of voice. Her knuckles rapped against the door; sending in a very hollow tone. 鈥淎nybody home?鈥?鈥?No.鈥?I said, stubbornly- cracking the door open. Fresh air immediately wrapped itself around me. I guess it had been so long since I鈥檇 been outside, I hadn鈥檛 realized how cramped up everything was in there.There was only one window in our apartment,and mom did the best she could to cover it up.She hung a huge sheet over it and rarely let in any ventilation.The strange woman took a step inside.She looked at me andsighed. 鈥?Poor thing.鈥濃€?I don鈥檛 want your pity.鈥滻 told her tersely.鈥淟et鈥檚 just get out of here.鈥漇he nodded, and I led her around the back to where the my mother had hidden the spare key. She had slipped it under a welcome mat when we first moved in, and nobody had touched it since.鈥淚s it still there?'The woman asked me. I told her to hold on.My hand felt around for the key on the pavement,and just as I was beginning think mom had taken it along with her-my hand touched a stone cold object.Iremoved the key suddenly.It was starting to rust around the edges, and was jagged.As I held it in my hand,I tried to hold back the hurt and anger welling up inside of me. I didn鈥檛 know this woman. I didn鈥檛 know where I was going to end up.I hated my mother for doing this to me.鈥?Leave the key on the steps.鈥漷he lady remarked; suddenly waking me from my thoughts.鈥淢r.and Mrs. Alderson will collect it.鈥滻 did as I was told.As wedrove off in the red pick up truck- I saw the key; a silver glint reflecting off of it.Thekey was just like me-It sat there, alone- waiting to be claimed again.Hey
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