Dear Journal,
I'm writing to you so I can remember what it was like to be in these conditions. What are these conditions? Let's see. I've been here for who knows how long and I have three words for you. Boys are jerks! You think you found a good guy and then they kidnap you and drag you all over the world. I think I'm in the catacombs in Paris but honestly I have no idea. I keep seeing the same guy I fell for everywhere. It's like they clones this one guy. If you were wondering where I am at this point, I am basically in a jail cell. There are no bars but I am trapped. I think I'll be going to Africa next but I'm not sure. I miss all my friends and I have no idea if I'll ever see them again. If you guys ever find this, I just wanted to say....... I slammed the journal shut as one of the many clones came into my "jail cell". "We're leaving now," he said as he grabbed my arm. I put my small journal in my pocket and followed him out. Once we got to the surface, I saw sunlight for the first time since I've been kidnapped. He shoved me into a car. As I sat in the car, I felt lighter. He tied a bandana around my eyes and the world went dark. I could still hear everything though but not for long. "It's going to take more than that," I heard a voice say. Then everything was gone.
