Finding Home

Finding a Seat

Riiiinnnnnggg. The bell. I need to get to the gym but I can't. There's to many people in my way. Before I know it, I'm on the floor. Then before I can pick myself up, someone else is. When I look up to see who helped me, my heart stops dead in its tracks. Something cool, round, and metal is in the arch in my back. "Move." said a slick, cool, voice. I knew there was no point in trying to scream for help because of the noise level coming from the assembly going on in the gym. I new whoever was behind me wasn't just a high schooler pulling a prank. The person behind me was at least 6'2. Tall, but not tall enough to look out of place. And whoever it was had a certain sound of maturity in their voice. I needed to go over the things I already knew; the person behind me was a male, at least 6'2, probably around 180 pounds (So they had 60 pounds on me.), and not a high schooler (I think.), and they definitely were't screwing with me.

"Turn right." the voice said. Although I was pretty sure they had already graduated, this person definitely knew their way around. I turned right. At the end of the hallway was a glass door that lead outside. We were halfway down the hallway when Ms. Collington, my Social Studies teacher, walked into the hallway. 

"If you pull anything funny I will kill you. Don't think I won't. There are plenty of other kids in this school." So when we got down the hallway, I just said hello to Ms. Collington and then turned left down a different hallway so we wouldn't look suspicious.

"What are you doing?" 

 "I'm saving your ass dipshit. You really think a teacher is going to be okay with one of her students leaving school in the middle of the day for no reason?"

 "Fine. You're right. Looks like I chose a smart one."

"A smart one? For what?!?! Hold hostage for ransom?" I screamed in my head. "How did I get here?" I think. "I was just going to the gym for the first day of school assembly. I'm ordinary. I have no special qualities what so ever. Except that I'm okayly smart and some people even think I'm a little pretty. But that's no reason to be held at gunpoint for some unknown reason. I haven't done anything wrong! I don't gossip, I don't ague unless I'm sticking up for myself or I have to, and I don't intentionally hurt people. I'm just getting a good argument going in my head when I finally realize that we're at another glass door.

"Open the door. Now." the man said. "No." I replied. Suddenly, he shifts so from the back it would look like he had his arm around my shoulder, but from the front, you would see a 14 year old girl with a gun to her right temple. Seeing there was no point, I opened the door and we walked out into the crisp fall air. Before I know it there's a black burlap bag thrown over my head and I'm thrown into some kind of vehicle. I feel the man putting rough rope around my wrists and feet. I know there's no point, but I try biting through the rope. Its no use. Finally something registers in my mind. I've been kidnapped and there's nothing I can do to stop it.