The day began like the frst day o any other schoolholiday. Dad was in bed with a cup o coee andthe Saturday paper. Mom was on the phone to Gran.Jamie, my older brother, was at the music shop in townwhere he’s had a weekend job or the last two years. Iwas in my room, getting ready to go out to meet my riends.For about another three minutes, the biggest con-cerns in my lie were which belt went best with my new top and whether or not to put my hair up.Then Mom fnished on the phone and called medown to the kitchen. And that was pretty much themoment my lie changed orever.Not that I knew it, yet.The frst indication that things weren’t right was thatMom didn’t even use my proper name. Or, rather, she
use my proper name. That was the problem.
No one had called me Amelia or ages. When Ibegan middle school a couple o years ago, everyonestarted calling me Mia. Then last summer, beoreeighth grade, I decided “Amelia” was ocially banned.Everyone had called me Mia ever since. Even Mom