Mom

Chapter Seven

 Author's note: hi :)

I woke up still in my green camo shirt with a breast pocket and short sleeves. I had my hiking boots on and the friendship bracelet that Emma and I made, they were purple and black. It was one of those knot bracelets that had a v pattern, I decided not to change, just to take a shower and wear capris instead of shorts. I put my hair in a side side braid.

I went to my first class and almost immediately was pulled out. I walked down with all my stuff to the principal’s office. I didn’t wait at all and was immediately pulled inside the office and closed the door behind me.

The principal looked stressed out. “Over break I called your mother’s house and she told me that you were out of town with a friend. I didn’t want to worry you or your friend’s parents so I decided to wait and bring you into my office, but what is said and done in here you cannot tell your mother or anyone else unless you know that they are trustworthy.”

I looked at him in his stressed state and agreed, but really it scared me and depended on what the matter was. “I was contacted by a mother of a fellow student who email me a clip of the news to my home account.. So instead of explaining it to you, because I honestly cant, you need to watch this video.”

Author's note 1/30/15: sneak peak, you'll have to wait for the rest of it to know what happens, just wait like 15 minutes.. keep scrolling and have a nice day.

He sighed heavily and turned his monitor on. The 8 o’ clock news popped up. It looked like it was set somewhere in the neighborhood I used to live in when I was five. After we moved to Washington we moved back about a month later in summer. The lady on the screen was a blonde with her hair tied up into a bun and her eyes were a piercing blue.

She held a microphone in her hand and was still messing with her hair. Then she pulled her top down then up. “Does this look okay?” The cameraman said something. “Oh. Hello, I’m Cindy Smith and I have your scoop for the week.”

I rolled my eyes. “Today is the day for Karlee Matthews, the girl that went missing one week after she was born, right here in this area. We have a genetically enhanced photo of what she would look like today , if she were still alive.” They flashed a picture in front of the screen. Of course this was the exact moment he had to freeze the monitor.

I stared at the picture blankly. The picture looked exactly like me, the girl’s face structure, lip shape, eye width, everything. Well, everything but my nose (I had broken it during a game of football on field day in kindergarten) and my eyes. The color of my eyes in the picture were brown and my eyes now switched from blue green or grey regularly depending on what I was wearing.

I stared at the picture for a long time then turned back to my principal, “I don’t see it.” A clear lie.

He looked at me dumbfounded. “Of course you see it, the picture is right there in front of you! It looks exactly like you.”

I shook my head. “I refuse to believe that my mother is a kidnapper, it’s inevitable and unrealistic the woman I’ve been living with my entire life has kidnapped me and kept me all these years.” I lean back into the chair and huff.

He hands me a piece of paper. “If you want to know more call this number” I stare at the piece of paper in his hand and wait a full thirty seconds to take it. When it’s in my hands I open it up then look at the screen. The numbers are the same. “What is this?” He sighs heavily and says “it’s the informational number. If you ask you might just be transferred to your parents.”

I take in what he just said and decide to correct him. “They are not my parents.” And get up to leave. When I’m almost to the door he says “Kasey” and I turn back around. “Just think about it okay?” I sigh. I roll my eyes and think about it for a second. “Okay.” I grudgingly agree. The entire next week I memorized that number, not knowing if I should call it or not. In the end I threw away the paper, I didn’t need it anymore. I was going to wait a week to call, if I still remembered the number I would call.