The wind blew Gerrie’s hair into her eyes. Not many would expect her, a nineteen-year-old A+ student, to be mentally depressed or something else. Not many would even think about her having a family who gave her up at the orphanage when she was just born. Now Gerrie Hadley knew the truth. She knew why she had no family to love her. She remembered the marks on the stone that had hit her as something unthinkable in even the 20th century. As a child at the orphanage, she knew she wasn’t like others. She just knew that she wouldn’t ever belong with them. They knew what had happened to their parents from the very start. Gerrie Hadley didn’t. All she knew was that she was found in a basket with her name written on a piece of paper that was pinned onto the hem of her skirt. She was only a few months old then, but whenever she heard the story, memories would come crashing to her. But when she was seventeen, she decided to finally start the search. For years she dreamt of what her parents could have been, maybe spies with a working life so secretive that they had to give up their daughter to let her have a normal life? But Gerrie didn’t think that was a normal life. She wanted a life with a family that loved her for who she was. The truth was, her parents had another daughter, another daughter that they loved dearly. A daughter that they had raised up as one of their own. They were young when they had Gerrie. They were about to be thrown out of their family if they didn’t give her up soon. In the end, they had to. And they didn’t come back. But for good reasons. Now Gerrie had ruined their lives, as well as the life of her younger sister who could have been a normal girl living a normal life living in a normal place. But even after all this, Gerrie only had one feeling that people would have thought she shouldn’t have. Gerrie was mad.
just a random quick short story it was a challenge by a teacher and yes this was inspired by a msa video
