TITLE: No Use for a Name
GENRE: YA Contemporary
Now serving…ticket number…one…five…two…at window number…nine.
I looked at the scrap of paper in my hand for about the thousandth time, but my heart still leapt when I saw the 152 in bold black font. I jumped up and hurried over to the last stall on the right. I grinned when I saw who it was.
My next door neighbor refused to even look at me, just tapped away with her long green fingernails on her keyboard, chewing her gum about as fast as her fingers flew.
Finally she swiveled her head to face me, and her look of mild annoyance melted away into a smile.
"Baby Anderson! I wondered when I'd see you here."
"Hi Mrs. Dutton."
She blinked her eyes rapidly. So much mascara coated her lashes I was surprised they didn't make a clicking noise when they beat together. "Any other member of the Anderson clan walks in here, I'm taking out extra insurance, but you behind the wheel? Now that doesn't scare me at all. You have your social security card?"
"Right here," I said, digging around in my bag. Mom and dad have, I'm not kidding, like fifty storage tubs full of unopened mail in a shed behind our trailer. I found the one from the year I was born, and I found my card – fifteen and a half years old – and brand-spanking-new.
I handed it to Mrs. Dutton and her brow wrinkled.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"It says your name is Baby Girl Anderson."