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The reason I am telling you this story is so that maybe someone will have a clue what really happened that night. I'm not the real fugitive, he is.

I couldn't help thinking to myself over and over, what time is it, what time is it?

Sorry, let me clarify. Hi, my name is Elizabeth and most people call me E. Tomorrow is my birthday and I am supposed to be having a party with all my friends. My dad is supposed to pick us up from school and we are going to the theater. Afterward all of my friends are coming to my house and sleeping over. The next day we are going to the ice rink. Right now I am waiting for my mom to get off work and pick me up from Cross Country, granted I could probably just run home but what's the fun in that? Just about when I am going to call her she shows up. "Where have you been," I ask her. She says she was just late getting off work but I don't fully believe her. I think she was just shopping for my present. Hopefully. When we get home she is unusually quiet. She normally would be talking a mile a minute by now. I dismiss it as stress. As I look back on myself now I wish I asked her what was bothering her. It's amazing what the mind can write off as nothing. When I get inside the house, I let my backpack and sports bag drop on the floor beside the door. I walk in the kitchen and get a snack. I wonder when dad will get home. He has a job that keeps him working late most of the time.