Luke stared out of his window. He’d be leaving. His house, his parents, his sister. He’d be leaving. Of course, they hadn’t been his real parents. They adopted him from the ABC. The Adopt-a-Baby Centre. When Luna and Robby had adopted him, he had been one year old. Now he was four. Almost. When he was one, he had already been through rough times. He vaguely remembered the memories of his parent, though.
Luke’s bedtime was 6:30, but he stayed up until around 12:00. When Luna came to tuck him in bed, he’d close his eyes. When she left, he’d open them and stared at the star-filled sky. One night, he began to count them. Now he was being put up for adoption again. Finally.
Luke liked Luna and Robby. Even Eva, who was only ten months old. But he still wasn’t used to them, even after two years. Luke hazily remembered when he was adopted. Probably because he had been sleeping. He fingered the scar on the back of his neck. It was the only memory of his father. His only memory and his worst.
Luke’s father had given Luke many scratches, but only the scar stayed with him. Luke’s father, who spent every night getting drunk and going to pubs, because his wife left him. Luke didn’t want to remember his father. Not ever again.
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Luke watched as Luna and Robby waved in high spirits to the unfamiliar navy-blue car. Luke was deeply offended. So you want me leave? He stood on his tip-toes. He could see two overjoyed people waving back. He shifted his gaze to the back seat. He could see a girl, who was consistently trying to avoid eye contact. She had Sienna brown hair, which went down to her shoulders. Luke noticed how her hair was straight at the top, and curly at the bottom. Had she got it done for her, or was it natural? Luke had so many questions, that hair was the least of his problems.
Luke watched as the people walked out of the car. Luna and Robby hugged them. The girl with the weird hair glanced at him, then walked hastily. Was she eager to go in, or eager to go home? He was about to go ask her, when he stopped himself. It’s rude he noted.
Luna and Robby knew that Luke was very mature for his age. They were worried about him. Luna remembered the time when she heard voices, so she went to go and check on him. He lay there staring at the ceiling. She was about to go put him to sleep, but she thought he might start crying. She bit her lip, frowned, and walked back to her own room.
Once they were all seated in the lounge, Luna looked at the lady. “Megan, right? And Benjamin”, the people nodded. Megan put her hand around the weird girl. “This is Hannah, our daughter”. Hannah smiled falsely. “Splendid”, mumbled Luna. Luke was thinking the opposite. Is she going to be my sister?
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