Missing

I had to make some important calls.
Then I thought about school.
But there was no way I was going to school today, but hang on.....I was missing. So really, they couldn’t be expecting me.
With shaking fingers, I dialled the toll free number listed.
After three rings, an operator picked up.
‘Hello, Missing Persons. How can I help you?’
thinking quickly, I answered,
‘Yes, hello. I saw the photo of the young girl on today’s milk carton....’
‘Yes, please go on.’
‘Uh, yeah. See, I think I have seen her.’
‘Really? And you are?’
‘Uh, is it ok if I remain anonymous?’
‘Of course, can you tell me where you think you saw the young lady?’
‘Ah, um, it was around the Birch Park Mall, in Harrisdale.’
‘Harrisdale, Michigan?’
‘Ah, yeah.’
‘Good, that’s the area she disappeared from. Can you tell me when you saw her?’
‘She disappeared from around Harrisdale?’ I whispered hoarsely into the phone, my heart thumping dramatically.
Harrisdale was where I was right now.
‘Yes. That’s correct. She disappeared on her way home from Birch Park High school around four months ago. Now can you tell me the exact date and time you saw her?’
I knew enough.
I hung up.
I sat, my eyes focused on nothing, on the bench, trying to comprehend what I had just heard.
So, it was me.
I was missing.
I had been missing for four months.
Didn’t come home from school.
And no one had bothered to tell me.
Of all the emotions I could have felt at that time, I was infuriated.
How could they not bother to tell me I was missing?
How inconsiderate!

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