The Face on the Milk Carton

Chapter 3

"I can't ask my parents about this, they're gonna flip!" Caleb said as he ran his hands through his hair.

"It's kinda obvious man, that kid looks just like you" one of the boys said. He shook his head, "this is so insane, I have to go home and look into this. I mean, what if I am this kid and my real family is still looking for me?" Caleb sighed and looked down to eat. Jonah patted him on the back, "you'll find out who this kid is Caleb, and everything will be normal again. I mean, odds are you aren't him. You're parents are so protective of you, and you do look a lot like them so". Caleb nodded "yeah, I must be over reacting..."

Before they knew it the lunch bell rang, Caleb folded the flimsy cardboard up and shoved it in his pocket. He was determined to figure out what was going on. Even if it meant ripping the life he knew apart.

As soon as he got home, Caleb ran through the house trying to find anything that would make his doubts go away. He first started rummaging through boxes in the basement with all his old baby clothes and toys, even some boxes with artwork but nothing that gave him any clues. To make things weirder, there were no infant clothes but they could have been given away Caleb thought trying to reassure himself.

Caleb decided to call his dad, maybe he would have an idea of where his birth certificate was?

"Hey dad? do you know where my birth certificate is? I'm doing this project and I need to look at it" Caleb asked praying his dad wouldn't question his motives, especially if there was some back story his parents didn't want him to know about.

"It's up in moms safe and be careful with it, I don't want to find any chocolate stains on that layer" his dad John said sternly, knowing there had to be some sort of scheme going on.

"Okay, thanks dad!" Caleb replied before hanging up and running upstairs to unlock the safe. He opened it to find important documents, as well as he and his brothers birth certificates. His was on different paper then the others and had very little information:

Caleb John Graves
Born: August 27, 2015
Mother: Delaney Johnson Graves
Father: John Stephan Graves

Is all that read on his birth certificate, "what the heck is going on here" Caleb thought. Just as he locked the safe and shoved the certificate in his jeans pocket, his mother came home and walked right into Caleb snooping around.

"Hey buddy, whatcha up too?" his mother asked, growing very suspicious of her young son. "Not much, I'm gonna go over Daniels for a while to do a project with our birth certificates. Is that okay?" the panic stricken boy asked his mother who seemed like a stranger at the moment. "That's fine, don't be too late okay?" He nodded, shoved the paper in his pocket, and bolted out the door, backpack in hand.

As soon as Caleb reached his friends house he booked it to the bedroom and plugged his computer in to start investigating.

"What did you find at your house Caleb?" Daniel asked as he played his game. "Bro, I found wayyyy more than I thought I would" Caleb told him as he searched for the little boy in the picture which was a lot harder then he thought.

After a bit of investigating, Caleb found out that the missing boy was the son of singer Carrie Underwood and Mike Fisher, who happens to be his favorite hockey player. He ended up finding tons of pictures of the little boy, including one of what he would look like today...

"Daniel get over here man and look at this picture! Does this look like me or what?" he asked not realizing that he was practically yelling which caused Daniels mom to come running upstairs. "Is everything okay up here?" his mom asked. "Yeah mom its cool" Daniel said trying to avoid a whole new problem.

As soon as she left, both boys turned completely pale. "What am I gonna do Dan? This kid is me, my family isn't even my real family!!!" Caleb said on the verge of tears.

An hour after calming down and talking to Daniels parents, Caleb called the police. He explained his theory and they told him to come down to the station.

*ring, ring, ring*

Carrie: Hello?
Cop: Mrs Fisher?
Carrie: This is she?
Cop: Hi my name is Detective Roy, you may not remember me but I was the head detective on your sons case
Carrie: oh yes I remember, what's going on?
Cop: Well, a young man came to us today...ma'am, we think we found your son