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I stood outside the library for two hours waiting for my parents to arrive. As I waited, I got angrier and angrier, but that didn’t help the waiting. I couldn’t believe they’d forgotten about me.

Eventually, they showed up, but when I approached the car, I noticed that I was already inside- or at least, someone that looked like me.

I tried to scream, but I had no voice. Somehow, they still heard me. All three of them: my parents and the fake me, they all looked at me and laughed.

But I still couldn’t scream.