Renee+Fakatou

//__ENLOSED, DELICATE, CAVES  __//

CAVES are very delicate, greater chance of it collapsing. Possibility of never seeing light. Put yourself in that position. You as the cave so, so DELICATE and weak. <span class="textrun" style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">What if you were to collapse, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="textrun" style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">never to see the light again <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="textrun" style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">ENCLOSED in darkness. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="textrun" style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">What could you do? <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="textrun" style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">How would you do it? <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="textrun" style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">CAVES are very DELICATE, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="textrun" style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">you never know <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="textrun" style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">it just might lead you <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="textrun" style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">to an ENCLOSED dead end.

//__<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Tonga __//

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">WAS A GREAT PLACE. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">THE SUN SHINING <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">IN THE WINTER. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">THE LIGHT, COOL //<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">BREEZE // <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">BRUSHES AGAINST MY HAIR, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">AS I LAY ON THE BEACH. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">SOON THE DAY COMES TO AN ENDING, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">AND ITS TIME TO GO BACK TO HIS HOUSE. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">LITTLE CREATURES CRAWLING ON THE FLOOR, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">MOSQUITOS KNAWING THROUGH MY SKIN. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">ITS TIME TO TAKE A SHOWER, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">COLD WATER BURSTS THROUGH THE SHOWER HEAD. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">SO MUCH GOES THROUGH MY MIND <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">AS THE WATER HITS SOFT AGAINST MY HAIR. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">JUST WAITING FOR THE NEXT DAY <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">THINKING OF MY UNCLES PLACE <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">MAKES MYSELF GO TENSE. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">OH HOW I WISH THE TIME WOULD GO FASTER.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Today was such a drag, so much was going through my mind at once. Where did my parents go? They never leave me without leaving a note or some kind of way letting me know where they have gone. I had no idea where they were. "Crap, I’m going to be late to school!" I say out loud. I start walking to the door and I grab jacket, check myself once more in the mirror on the left side of the wall. I look into the mirror and those brown and black eyes stare at me. Just thinking back at how life would have been a little easier if we never got into that car crash. I would have never had this dark brown eyeball. I blink and I find myself still staring in the mirror. I open the front door and walk out closing the door behind me. "Whoa, it's a little chilly", as I throw my jacket on and continue walking. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"Hey!" <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I turn around barely frightened, "crap! It’s that annoying kid, Jarom." I mumble to myself. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"Hey, wait for me", he yells. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"Keep walking, keep walking" I say to myself. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">He catches up while breathing heavily. "Your name is Blaire right?" Jarom asks. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I nod and start slipping my right earphone into my ear. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"My names Jarom, I live a little more down." He says with a smile. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I keep quiet trying to remember where my parents were talking about last night. Jarom keeps talking the entire walk 15 minute walk to school. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">As the bell rings I say out loud, "hallelujah!" Jarom looks at me in confusion and I tell him, "I just remembered were doing something fun in class today." <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">He grins and says, "Alright I'll see you later," as he walks down the opposite hallway. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I walk to my math class thinking to myself," Wow, what an annoying voice." As I get to the door way of math class, heads quickly turn and all eyes are dead bolted in my direction. I know what they are staring at. It’s my eyes, "I hate when they stare, it’s not polite." I sit on the very last row on the left side of the class room on the very first desk. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“What a freak, a pretty girl with ugly contacts, what the hell?" a high pitch voice whispers to someone else. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">My classes go by fast but I don't realize it, I’m physically there but mentally I'm too busy thinking where my parents went. I feel so paranoid, knowing that they always, they always leave a note telling me if they left early because of a meeting or they left early for a morning workout. Something was always left on the counter letting me know that they had gone somewhere. The day goes by, lunch comes along and it’s the usual. Last period of the day goes by so fast, especially sitting next to a window. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Diiiinnnnggg, the bell rings and I start walking out. Lucky me, Jarom's standing on the end of sidewalk. I keep walking trying my best not to be noticed by him. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"How was school?" Jarom asks. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Dang it, he noticed me. "Oh it was alright, I'm not sure what I learned today." I reply. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"What do you mean?" He asks. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"Well my parents usually leave a letter when they head out, so that I know what I need to do and where they have gone to, so that I know." I reply. "Oh interesting" Jarom adds. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I change the subject because of an awkward silence. We start talking about school and what he had done today. We get closer to my house and he asks if he can come over because he has nothing else to do. I say “sure, nothing interesting at my place." <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I open the door and we walk in. Creakkk! "Ughh, I hate the floor board. Particularly that one, you can totally tell when someone is downstairs in the front of the door." I tell Jarom. He doesn’t hear me as he closes the door and starts walking but trips behind me. I turn around and he is bent over, hovering his foot. I look to see what he tripped on, and it was the floor board I was just explaining to him about. "Wow, you really don’t listen, don’t you?" I say to him. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I bend down to fix the floor board but as I begin to put it back in place I see something white. I pull the floor board all the way out and I see more papers. I reach my right arm in and I pull them out and start looking at them. My eyes go big as I'm in shock! "Wow, unbelievable!" I say in disbelief. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"What, what is it? What happened let me see!" Jarom says as he reaches for the papers. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"Everything is coming together, how could I have missed it?" I exclaim. In big bold letters it says, "ADOPTION AGENCY; Blaire Clooke." Closed adoption to Liam and Katie Johnson. "No wonder I do not look like my parents." I mumble. I cry and wonder why it never clicked inside of me. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I stop crying and got up. "Jarom, where going to go find my parents!" I say in confidence. We start heading out the front door and off to our quest. We ask the people in town if they have seen my parents, in reply, “sorry we have not seen them today." We kept searching for them throughout the entire day and finally we find them. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I look through the restaurant and I see that they were in a deep conversation. I was so heated up I really didn't care what they were talking about. I confront them as I slam the papers on the table. Tears start rushing down and people start looking at us. My parents look at me in disbelief and feel guilty as they drop their eyes from me and look at each other. Father speaks up and says that we should head home so that they can explain why they never told her. I couldn’t find the words to speak up so I nod my head and we head home. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We drop Jarom off home and I tell him, "thanks for tagging along today, I'm truly sorry for dragging you into this dramatic day." <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">He replies "It's all good, just get it sort out. I'll see you tomorrow at school." He closes the door as I give a sly smile. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We head on home and I look up front. In the rear view mirror, I can tell father kept glancing back at me. I keep looking away trying my best not to look into his eyes. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We pull up to the front of the house and they get out while I slowly get out. We get into the house and mother turns the switch on to the living room. She gently asks, “Please Blaire sit down.” I head into the farthest chair of the living room and sit down, making myself as comfortable as I can with all this rushing through my mind. Mother and father sits right across from on the opposite couch. In mother’s hand are the adoption papers that I had found earlier. They look at each other, trying to find the words to explain to me what is going on. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Father speaks up and says, “We wanted to wait until your 18<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 13px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: super;">th birthday, so that we could explain to you that you were adopted.” I look down to the floor, trying to understand what he is saying. “I know we should have told you awhile ago but we just couldn’t break it to you.” “You were so innocent and we didn’t want to put the pressure of the fact that you were adopted.” He explains. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I speak up, “then why didn’t you just leave a note like you usually do.” “Explaining that you and mom had to leave earl y for whatever reason it was and that you guys went out for dinner!” I practically yell out as tears come down fast. It goes quiet as they wait for me to calm down, getting my thoughts back together. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I’m sorry Blaire, we wanted to tell you but we just weren’t ready to explain it to you. We wanted to tell you when you were 18, because we knew you would be old enough to make your own decisions in life. We wanted to wait because then at the moment you would have the choice to find ways to find your biological mother.” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Mother starts to weep. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Blaire honey, I’m not too sure if you have realized it yet but I cannot have any children.” “It’s a genetic disorder, and I really wanted a child. We had to go through a lot of things to finally get a family that thought we worthy parents to have their child.” Mother explains. “Blaire do you know what a closed adoption is?” father asks. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I turn my head to look at father. “No, not really. All I know is that it says adoption, and therefore adopted.” I say. “Blaire, closed adoption is when you do not know who your biological family is and that your biological family would not have any part of your life when it comes to you growing up.” He says. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Why? Why can’t they see me? Why can’t they have any part of my life?” I start choking up. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well, because it was there option to choose whether or not they would want any part of you in their life.” Father explains. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Tears fall down even faster from what father had just said. Mother comes over and hugs me explaining, “Sweetheart, the choice they had made for a closed adoption is the best choice they had made.” “I have met your biological family a couple of times during your mother’s pregnancy.” “Your mother didn’t want you to know about this until you were 18. The life style they were living in was not the best life style to raise a little baby in.” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I start wiping the tears off and I start getting up. I take in a couple of deep breaths, gathering my thoughts together. “I would like to say I’m sorry but you should not have kept this from me.” I say to them. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“We are really sorry for telling you this way, we really are.” Mother says. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Thank you so much for finally telling me. You have raised a great daughter and I’m sorry I had over reacted more than I should have, but next time if there is something else you are hiding from me. Please let me know, I don’t want this family to fall apart from keeping secrets.” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">They stand up and we all get into a big hug. I head upstairs and start getting ready for bed. Tears start to fall down as I am brushing my teeth. “So much has happened today, and I’m so glad that the truth had finally came out.” I say to myself. I head back into my room and lay in bed thinking of what went on earlier on that day. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I finally fall asleep, and morning comes quick. I get ready for school as I hear my parents talking downstairs. I head down stairs when I am ready and I see that they had made a big breakfast. We eat as a happy family and joke around. I look at the time and I jump up saying its time for me to get going for school. I hug my parents and start heading out, but I stop in front of the mirror to check myself. I look into my eyes and I see the same thing. I open the door and head out. There on the sidewalk is Jarom, waiting for me like friend would do. Yeah that’s right me and Jarom are friends after a day of something crazy going on.