Taken

First Day of School

I let out a huge sigh as I walk across the street to my new school. Chapman Academy, were all the rich kids go. I roll my eyes and tug down on my skirt that I had no say in wearing once so ever. Sarah came barging into my room at 5 am to get me in the shower and dressed. While I was in the 30 minute shower, Sarah had some how picked out a very cute, but reveling out fit for me to wear.

Of course I didn't protest much, because let's face it, I have no say over my life anymore. I have to act like I want Sarah to choose my outfits and do my hair and make up for the first day of school. I flick my bangs out of my eyes and walk into the school. Paul and Sarah had a town car bring me to school, to make sure I didn't do anything stupid. I don't blame them, if they hadn't threaten the people i loved lives I'd probably be trying harder to get back home.

"Hi, how may I help you." A plump lady is her mid 30's smiles at me when I enter the front office.

"My name is Ca- um, Bella Green. I need my class scheduale." I give her a tight smile and pull my skirt down a little more. It's not like I've never worn a mini skirt before, I use to wear then to school all the time, but with my life right now I feel more comfortable in sweats and a baggy shirt. I guess I'm going to have to get over that.

"Here you go, sweetie. Have a nice day." My breathe catching in my throat when she calls me sweetie. My mom and Jessika use to call my that. I feel tears pool in my eyes, I quickly grab the schedule out of her hands and run out of the office. Don't cry here, you can't cry here. Instead of watching where I'm going I keep my eyes down and end up running into somebody and fall on the floor. Shit, what is it with me and running into people?

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." A voice says. I blink the tears out of my eyes before looking up at the person holding their hand out to me. I gape at the guy I ran into him yesterday.

"It's fine." I repeat the word I said to him yesterday and take his hand, letting him pull me up. I look around to see people watching us.

"We really need to stop meeting like this." The guy smirks. I pull my hand out of his and brush myself off.

"What? You running into me?" I smirk back and cross my arms. I know of course, that its my fault we keep running into each other. I'm the one that doesn't watch where I'm going, not him.

"Yeah. That." I roll my eyes at his response.

"Well, I have to go." I look down at my schedule to see I have history first. Great, I groan, I've always hated this subject.

"Looks like we have the same classes." I look up to see the guy with the gorgeous green eyes looking at the schedule in my hands. And this day just gets better, hence the sarcasm.

"Cool." I mumble and stuff my schedule in my bag and head off to my first lesson.

"Um," I turn around when the guy puts his hand on my arm. "History is this way." I follow his finger toward the opposite end of the school.

"I knew that." I say and shake off his hand. I turn on my heel and start walking away from him, hoping he'll leave me alone. I let out a sigh when I see him fall into step with me out of the corner on my eye.

"I'm AJ." The guy says.

"Bella." I follow him into a class room and head to the back, out of everybody's eye sight. I dump my bag on the floor and slid into the desk. I hope this class goes by fast.

"Well, Bella where did you move from?" I give AJ a pointed look when he sits down in the desk beside me. I can tell I'm going to have to do something about him.

"Florida."

"Did you know that girl that got kidnapped?" I freeze and flick my eyes to the girl that sat down in front of me.

"What girl?" I say in a hushed tone. I watch the girl pull out her phone and show me the picture of me, the old me, with blue eyes shinning with happiness and dark hair. That picture was taken this summer, Brandon, Jessika, and I went to Hawaii and Brandon took that picture of me in a little surf shack. I can see the top of the hot pink cover up I was wearing and the straps on the yellow bikini I had worn that day.

I scroll down and read the article about. how I went missing a couple days ago and my parents are going crazy looking for me. I click on the video and turn down the volume and watch.

"Just 24 hours ago a younger girl, age 16, went missing while walking to a the local theater to meet a friend. It is reported that she had a fight with her mom and walked over to her friends house to talk about it, only to have a fight with him and storm out. No one has seen her since." The reporter says. I bite my lip when they show a picture of my parents and best friends huddled together, crying. I feel tears prick in my eyes just looking at them. I watch another news reporter ask my parents some questions before my mom speaks into the camera.

"If you see my daughter, please contact the police. Please. I need my baby girl back." I feel a single tear drop from my eyes as my mom break down in front of the camera. I watch my dad grab her and whisper things into her ear.

"Did you know here?" I look up at the girl watch me and shake my head. I can't let people know.

"No." I whisper and hand her back her phone. I can't believe people in New York know about my disappearance. The mean I have to work harder to keep this a secret. I have to become a better actress to fool everybody, even Paul and Sarah, if I want to get home.

"Then why are you crying?" I look at AJ to see him studying my face. I whip the tear from my cheek onto my skirt.

"Because it's sad, who wouldn't cry? Some girl is missing, wouldn't you cry if you watched the video?" I say, raising my eyebrow. Please believe me, please don't see through my act.

"Yeah, I guess." He mumbles. I breath a sigh of relief. Maybe I better at this than I thought.

"I'm Ashley, by the way." I give the girl a small smile.

"Bella." I look at the girls dirty blonde hair and big brown eyes, and know I could easily fool her. I can tell by the thirty text messages Ashley got while I was reading the story about my disappearance that she was popular, and the stares AJ has been getting all morning I could tell he was popular too.

I'm going to make it home, I think myself as the teacher calls attention to the class, and becoming friend with the populars is how I'm going to do it.