Story Telling Part 1 | She Was Not My Mom

The student was sitting in the office watching the woman behind the glass door. He could know his mother's face there, but her smile was too wide and stiff. She was wearing a blue dress. His mother wore a black suit when she was going to the office that day. He did not have any questions to ask because his only wish was to leave school as soon as possible.

Just like me and school

Then, they headed for the car. It was a silver car, Camry with black rims. Inside of the car was filled with old snacks and trash.

But his Mom owned a white CRV.

She started driving away from the school. She was not very talkative but when she spoke, her voice was really high. The student asked whether they were going to eat lunch today. She laughed and answered that they were not going to eat. Then, she turned towards the highway and left the edge of the city.

His father was calling him six times. The strange woman urged him to put down the phone because it would spoil a surprise for him. She started giggling loudly.

Ain't that a bit of an awkward scene?

It seemed that something funny happened to her, because she was laughing quite hard. And the phone vibrated again. The student turned the phone screen on and saw a message from his mother. She texted that she was not near the school and asked why he was not responding to his father. Looking at the strange woman, who was smiling at the road ahead, he understood that she was not his mother although the resemblance was striking.

That woman who looked like his mother was kidnapping him in her smelly car. They were traveling somewhere unknown.

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To be continued

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