The face on the milk cartoon

I was seven when it all began; I was in a store with my older brother, my mother and my father. My brother was supposed to be watching me when I through a fit throwing my body around, let go of my brothers hand, as he says “Janie come back”. I kept running when I stopped to meet a nice lady who took me under her wing as we ran away.

I’m 15 now, about to start drivers Ed but, my parents won’t let me. All I think about is drivers Ed and getting my driver’s license. I tell my parents all the kids at school have a driver’s license or at least going to get there’s but all they say is “No, u can’t get yours” then they change to topic before I ask why.

When I get to school I sit with my best friend and my boyfriend, were talking about drivers Ed while eating lunch like normal. “I don’t see why I can’t get my license my parents just won’t let me”.

“Why?” said Sarah- charlotte

“I don’t know but I will ask again later “I say on our way back to class.

Later that day I’m sitting down to eat dinner when I ask again. My dad snaps at me, I’m confused because my dad never higher his voice. Then my mom says “we just don’t want you to grow up to fast”

“But mom I’m almost sixteen and everyone at school is in drivers Ed?”

“Well good for them.” My mom says “but you’re not going to be” says mom again. Getting frustrated with my parents I stop what I’m doing and stomp down the hall way to my room and slam the door.

The next day at school I’m sitting with my friends again eating lunch when everyone turns to the back of the milk cartoon (except me because I’m lactose) to see the picture on the missing persons list today. Everyone on the missing persons list has a picture of them when they were five years old. The girl today on the list is wearing a blue and white dotted dress, she has red curly hair, green eyes and is sitting up tall while looking at the camera like there’s no care in the world. “I think to my-self “hey, that girl looks like me, it is me, I have the same picture, that’s me’! I thought in my head. Then I said out loud “that’s me”

“What?” asked Sarah-charlotte?

“The girl on the cartoon, that’s me.” I said

“No its not”

“Yeah, maybe it’s not “I thought

Is it her, do her friends believe her, who are her parents?” Many confusion and many secrets but only one true answer.