Kidnapped

Kidnapped: Chapter 8

Even though I walked into the room in a rush I still remember going by a painting. I had seen small spaces behind paintings in movies. Maybe it would work in this case. The painting was of many army men sprawled across the dirt floors, very tragic but patriotic. We looked behind the painting and to our luck there was a door. We tried to open it but it was locked.

" my bobbypin!" I shouted.

"What?" Emma asked.

"I can use it to pick the lock in the door!"

I jiggle the bobbypin into the lock but it seemed as if it had a double lock so I struggled. I finally finished. The door opened without a sound. We found another room, it was filled with food supplies and stock.

"This must be the kitchen!" I said

"That's how they get in and out without making a sound." Emma said.

We explore though the kitchen grab some supplies. We hear someone coming and run back to the trapdoor room. We hide our secret stock and go to sleep it had been a long day for the both of us.

Emma and I wake up to the morning smell of rotting fish. I guess that was our dinner that we left behind. We opened our stash of food we had a couple loaves of bread, 1 can of soup, and a can opener. We had not gotten as much as we had liked but it was better than the rotten fish we had left behind earlier