Hearing My plea

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"That is so unfair! Why don't you just come sneak over to my house and camp out under my bed? No one would find you there, trust me. I'm pretty sure I still have dirty cloths and old food under there from when I was like, twelve."  

I was talking to Olivia on my cell phone, and even though she was grounded from her phone due to past events at the party, she had gone to her moms "special hiding place" (in her moms underwear drawer), and retrieved it to call me and make sure I wasn't dead. How sweet.   

"Wow, with that tempting offer, it almost kills me to pass it up, but I think I'll manage," I replied, rolling my eyes.   

"Hey, suit yourself. Although I must say, it's gotta be way better than any god for saken summer school." I heard Olivia pop her gum on the other end of the line.   

I chuckled. "Hey, listen, I gotta go. I'm in Yonkers and I need to take a little advantage of the credit card mom gave me before I leave for Hell tomorrow. Love you!" I smacked a kiss into the phone and ended the call before she could argue, then pocketed the phone.   

Yonkers wasn't too busy, only a couple teens out summer shopping on a Monday afternoon, myself included. I went to the isles with the summer tanks and shorts, and grabbed a couple cute tanks before heading to the dressing rooms.   

I tried on cute jean shirts that faded from light blue to navy on the bottom, and then I tried on a simple black tank and tried a vest on over. Definitely getting those. And of course, I had to get some shorts to go with them.  

I got one pair of strap heels, and I looked for LBD's- little black dresses. I didn't find any to my liking. 

I paid for my clothes and headed for my Stang, and I was just throwing my bags in the back when I saw a note on my wind shield. I hesitantly walked around the car, praying it wasn't a ticket, when I saw words written in black sharpie.  

I may not know what you are, but I know what you are not. You can't pretend forever.  

I dropped the note on the hood of the car and spun a full one eighty, and even walked up and down the lot, looking for someone who could have put the note on my car, but I didn't see anybody.bThat note couldn't have been for me, it couldn't have been for anybody. It didn't even make sense. The note had referred to me as a what instead of a who. That made no sense. Zero. Zilch. Nada.   

I walked back to the car to inspect the note again, utterly confused, when I froze mid step. I hadn't reached the car yet, but even from where I was, a good ten feet from the car, I could see that the note was no longer there. I quickly ran up and looked in the car, on the ground, and even under the cars surrounding mine. Nothing.   

Scared out of my wits, I quickly hopped into the car, not even bothering to open the door, and revved up the engine. Then I got the hell outta there before anything else freaky could happen.   

~*~

"You aren't going to need your car," mom told me as I began to throw my bag into the Stang. She had been like this all morning, telling me what I would need and what I wouldn't.  

I stared at her, dropping my jaw at the news. "No no no no no. I need my car! I have to have my car!" She just shook her head slowly. "You're telling me they don't even allow you the freedom to leave? I can't go shopping or go out to eat?"   

"You take the bus there. I'm sure they have field trips for you to go shopping." I stared at her like she had lost her mind as she retrieved my bag and threw it into her own car. I couldn't believe this. This was going to be the absolute worst summer of my life! "Get in the car," she told me.