Abducted

My Mom is my Kidnapper?

It was 2 a.m. My friends and I were running around a huge walmart, dancing behind people. we were having lots of fun, life was good. I lived in L.A. Californa with just my mom in a small apartment. My friends were loyal and everything was alright.

I turned around when i felt a tap on my shoulder, a cop. ugh.

"Just what exactly do you think you're doing?" the man said with his voice low. "uh.. dancing..?" i said with a slight laugh. "at 2 a.am. With a group of friends, past your curfew, disturbing the peace.. we're going to have to take all of you down to the station and have your parents come pick you up." the old police man grumbled and took us to the station.After hours of waiting something finally happened.

We're going to let you kids of with a warning, your parents are here, get out." the grumpy old guard said as he unlocked our holding cell. All of my friends and I stood up and filed out of the cell, one by one. He let each of them go and stopped at me.
"not you, your parents arent here yet." he grumbled. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the cold hard bench.

After what seemed like forever, I was woken up by a lady and brought into a small office-like room.
"well, Miss Luana Hemmings, your parents-" she stopped when i cut her off.
"its Luana Lake. Not Hemmings, where did that even come from? and i have a mom, not a dad. therefor, its parent. not parents. Look, can i please just go home? Im unbelievably tired and i have class tomorrow." i sighed.

The woman looked at me sympathetically, "actually, i cannot let you go. That would be a felony. you see, Miss Lake, or.. Hemmings, if you will-"
"i wont." i butted in, she continued.
"you were abducted at the age of four. Rebecca Lake is your kidnapper, not your mother."
what.

(A/N so, yes, this story is inspired by finding Carter (: I'm excited to continue this story!)