Nathan's POV
I was sitting on my bed playing with my laptop when my best friend, Maria, called. "Hello?" I said, "Nathan, I have something you need to see." Then she hung up. Well, that's not weird. Less than, 5 minutes my mom yelled for me, "Nathan! Maria is here!" I yawned and shut my laptop and went downstairs. Sure enough, Maria was waiting for me, with her blue laptop bag. She waved. I walked back up the stairs. Maria followed; once we got to my room she sat on my bed and pulled out her laptop. "I found this sight, of what missing kids might look like today." What is this? Probably about our school project. Whatever. Then, she clicked on a picture of a boy, he looked like he was 5. Then, it shifted into what looked like a 17 year old. He looked exactly like me. "See? This is what I needed to show you." She looked at me. I rolled my eyes back at her. She suddenly looked concerned. "Maria. Get real. It's just another guy that's looks totally identical to me!" I got up, Maria moved over next to me and showed me the picture again. "Nathan, this is not some type of joke!" She sat her laptop down. She knew I was getting mad at her. "Nathan, do you still have you baby clothes?" I laughed. Trying to make joke, "Yeah, in the top drawer." Maria ran over and pulled out an orange striped shirt. She stood frozen. "Maria? Are you alright?" She still stood frozen. I was getting worried. I snatched my shirt and looked at her laptop. Sure enough, the little boy was wearing an orange striped shirt. I laughed again. "Maria, so, we have the same shirt? She moved, thank God. "No! Look at the corner." I looked there was a maroon stain. It looked like an old Popsicle stain. I looked at the shirt on the computer. It had the exact stain. I looked at Maria, she had her hand over her mouth. She looked like she was going to cry. I ran over to her. "It's okay, Maria." She removed her hand a started to cry. "NO! NO! It is NOT OK! Don't you SEE? YOUR picture is on a MISSING person's website!" I needed to calm her down, before Mom got involved. "You need to calm down." I sat her down. She got her laptop and when over to my desk and plugged it in to my printer. She printed the little boy's picture and the older boy's picture. She slammed her laptop shut. She put it in the bag and threw the pictures at me. "Nathan! If this is for real, who are those people living in your house!" She slammed my bedroom door. It shook me inside. Then, I heard the downstairs door slam. Then I knew, whatever is going on, Maria was absolutely under no circumstance letting it go.