Snippet #1838513

(It' fine. Just don't do it again please :3)

Sadler turned onto a street where James lived. She'd been down here a few times, to hang out. She sighed and stopped in front of his house. "Good luck facing the wrath of the mother. It's probably not going to just be your car's funeral." she teased and when the door opened, she lightly pushed him. "Get outta my car!" she laughed. Once he was out, Sadler waved and backed up, driving out of the neighborhood and back to her own. The southern girl hummed along to the radio, and when she pulled up in her driveway, she went through the front door.

"Back!" she announced and didn't wait for a response. She went upstairs to her room and flipped back open her new Macbook Air laptop and typed in a site address. She had to do a stupid project on law for her government class. Kill me now, she thought inwardly. She looked around and found a website. It had everything. But, it was a news site and there was a whole page full of children who were kidnapped, which the thought made her so infuriated it was scary. She looked at the list of names, ages they were taken (which surprisingly most were infants or about 3 months old), eye and hair colors, weights, and all that good stuff. Next to their name was a small picture of them, and you could see outline sketches of what they would probably look like when they were older.

After about five or ten minutes of looking at names, she came to year, 1995. She looked down the list, reading the names because that was the year she was born.

Then she came across the S's.

SA's

SAD's.

SADL's.

SADLE's.

SADLER's.

And there was only one of those. Pretty mocha, caramel eyes were widened in shock. She dropped her computer. Right there it said SADLER MICHELLE BROOKES. That couldn't be right... her last name was Foerster... not Brookes... Sadler rushed downstairs. Her mother was in her bedroom so she didn't notice Sadler. The shocked, and frightened blond haired girl rummaged through her drawers until she found what she was searching for. Photo albums. There it was. What she suspected. No baby pictures. Just when she was about 1 year and up. That didn't count as a baby picture. Sadler shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. The outline of her older self looked surprisingly like he did now. When she was about 17 or 18. She ran upstairs, slamming her door and locking it. The first number she dialed was James. She impatiently held the phone to her ear, keeping hot tears in her eyes by squeezing them shut. She refused to believe it.

"Come on, come on..." she mumbled softly. "...pick up." also slipped from her lips. She looked up at the ceiling, not looking at the enlarged sketch of her 18 year old self. One thing she needed.... or maybe two.... evidence, and;

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