GENRE: YA contemporary
I look into the familiar blank eyes that stare back at me from a Missing Person’s poster. The name reads: Anna Rodriguez.
The name’s familiar, but it’s not me. Not anymore.
I turn away from the innocent thirteen year-old in the poster, with her pony tail and pearls around her neck. Now, I just find myself wondering how much I could cop out of a necklace like that. Three hundred?
Every time I pass this poster I stop and stare at the girl I used to be, but that just brings attention. I’m not allowed to bring attention.
So I keep walking and make a plan to go the long way around Bleecker Street so I won’t ever see my parents attempt at finding me again. A few cars fly past.
I don’t see why my parents are still trying to find me. I’m not their little girl anymore.
You’d think they could at least find a better picture, you know? No one would guess that girl was me. Why not use a picture like that one from Halloween when I dressed up like Cindy Lauper but really just looked like a hooker? That might catch someone’s eye.
I smile at my stupid joke, but know they want to cling to the ideal, pristine daughter they always thought they had. Too bad I was never that girl.