My friend Clare and I were sitting the school van in silence when all of a sudden she broke the silence.
"Hey do you see that black truck that just stopped in front of us?" She asked.
"Yeah. I wonder if they ran out of gas?" I answered.
"Well we will find out. They are coming towards the school van." She said.
"Whoever is getting out of that truck does not look friendly!" I said very concerned.
"What if someone pulled over the van and took four girls out of the van and threw them into their truck?" She said in a weary voice.
"That would never happen, you are just letting your mind get to you!"
Our van driver got out of the car to see what the stranger needed. Then another man got out of the black truck, he looked short, chubby, and he was dressed in black, he went to shake hands with our van driver and showed him to his black truck. Then the other man who got out the black truck first walked toward our van very slowly. He opened the van door! He walked to the row off seats where Clare and I where sitting. Then he started to speak...
"Hello I am your worst nightmare, and as long as you pay attention you won't get hurt!" He said in the darkest voice I ever heard.
"I have to call the police!" I whispered to Clare very quietly.
"Ok. I will too!" She said even more quite than what I said.
"Anyone who calls the police will not like what will happen to them." He said very serious.
I was punching the numbers 9-1-
"Hey! You four in the back!!" The man said in a very scary voice.
(The other two girls in the back were calling the police too)
"You four girls in the back come with me! Or I will force you to!" He said pulling out a gun.
I knew that he meant Clare, the two girls in back of us, and myself. I was the first one to stand up and walk out on to the hot pavement. Then the two girls in back of us and finally Clare. She was scared, crying, and her eyes were filled with unsureness. I could not blame her I was scared and crying to. When the man dressed in black came out of the school van, he pointed to his black truck like he wanted us to get in it. Clare's eyes were as red a blood when I told her he said to get in his truck. Out of no where Clare started to try to beat the crap out of the man wearing the black clothing. I could tell Clare was letting her adrenaline get the best of her. I knew because she had much fear and hate in her eyes. I had to stop her before the man in black killed her with a single bullet.
