Ok so this was an idea that came to me while I was having an SVU Marathon lol Hope you enjoy and I hope it makes sense! No Copyright Intended!

Chapter 1

Charlotte's Point of View

"Charlie are you ready for school yet?" Mom yelled upstairs.

"I will be down in a minute!" I yelled for what felt like the 100th time.

"You're going to be late!" Mom scolded as I came down to breakfast.

"Do I look like I care?" I snapped.

Mom glared at me, but didn't argue further. I didn't really look like my mom. I didn't look like my dad either for that matter something that always bothered me. I don't know why exactly but it always made me feel different, like I wasn't really theirs. Compared to my older brother I was definitely an outsider. He was a perfect combination of both mom and dad with his blonde hair and blue eyes. Then there was dark hair, brown eyes the totally opposite.

"Charlotte, hurry up!" Mom hissed, bringing me back to reality.

Having finally heard enough of her wining I grabbed a muffin and stormed out of the house. As I was walking down the stairs two cop cars flew passed. I was always impressed with the cops and had always wanted to be one. My parents had other ideas. They wanted me to be lawyers just like them.

As I arrived at school I was greeted my years 'mean girls'. They always seemed to target me and often made claims I was adopted. I wasn't of course. I had asked my parents. They denied it straight away. This day they decided a different strategy.

"Oh look its little miss kidnapped!" The leader of the pack sneered.

"Little miss kidnapped? Original." I replied sarcastically as I tried to get passed them.

"Didn't you see your real mom on the news? She wants you back, said it's been 15 years." The second in command said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, suddenly curious.

They had got what they wanted and walked off leaving me hanging. However much to my surprise the nicest of the group hung back.

"Charlie there only making fun, they saw some cop on the news saying it has been 15 years since her daughter was taken. The age progression pictures you know the ones they use? They looked like you that's all…." She trailed off.

"How much like me?" I questioned.

"A lot." She replied.

"Thanks Megan." I mumbled as I raced off.

I found myself in the bathroom clinging to the sink for support.

'Could they be right? What if it's true? Who is this cop?' My mind raced with questions.

I always had doubts to if I was really related to the Clarke's, but kidnapping seemed a little farfetched. Nevertheless the bitches got what they wanted and I couldn't concentrate all day in school. The second the bell went I jumped up and practically ran home.

"How was school?" Mom asked as I swung open the door.

"Fine." I replied as I switched on the TV.

"No home work?" Mom questioned.

I ignored her as I turned to the 24 hour news. Sure enough there was the cop. She was asking for information on her missing daughter. She looked like me, or at least my imagination was telling me she did.

"Charlie what are you watching that is so urgent?" Mom asked as she followed me into the room.

Her face paled as she saw the news. As I looked at her I knew, I don't know how but I just knew. I was the girl they were looking for.

"Turn that off." Mom hissed as she got over her shock.

"No." I stated.

"Charlotte Lily Clarke, turn that off!" Mom roared.

"No!" I yelled.

"She had been gone 15 years, and I haven't stopped looking for her for one second. When I'm off or free at work I spend all my time looking for her, if anyone knows were my daughter is or has any information please contact me." The news carried on in the background.

"That was Sergeant Olivia Benson making her annual appeal for information on her missing daughter." The news report said as it came to an end.

"Know anything about that?" I questioned mom.

"I'm not answering another one of those questions. What is wrong with you? We raised you, looked after you, bought you everything and this is how you treat us? Constantly asking if you're adopted and now if you were kidnapped?" Mom said in a high-pitched voice.

"You forgot one point." I replied.

"Gave birth to me." I spat as I headed for the door.

Mom grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back.

"You are not leaving." She hissed.

"Try and stop me." I threatened.

Much to my surprise she released me after a tense few seconds. The minute she did I flung open the door and left the house.

Next stop the police station…..

Hope you enjoyed :-) Until next time ;-)