My finger hovered over the emergency button on my phone. The people I called my family had been lying to my face everyday for 17 years. They aren't even my family. They are my kidnappers.
My fingers shook as I held the phone to my ear, and listened to it ring.
" 911 emergency, Do you need fire, police or ambulance?"
My mouth struggled to open. "Police please."
"Okay just hang on, I am now connecting you to an operator."
The phone started to ring again as I was being connected.
"M'am what is your address?" An operator spoke.
"13 Haplin Way." I could hear the operator typing as she took down the information.
"Okay and what seems to be the problem?"
"I was just on facebook and found a picture of an infant who has been missing for 17 years, and it matches a photo of me as a baby. I think I've been kidnapped for 17 years."
The operator paused for a second. "Police are on their way honey, In the meantime could you please describe this picture of the infant?"
I put the operator on speaker and brought up the picture.
"Um well its hard to describe I mean its just a baby but it looks exactly like me."
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Teen FictionTessa Johnson has just found out her whole life is a lie. For 17 years the people she called her family lied to her face everyday. When she finds a missing persons poster of herself on Facebook, the only thing now is to find out where her real famil...
