"Hey I'm Elizabeth, I use attend Sawyer High school. It's true, Richard has touched me, I concur. He was the dean of students. No one ever believed me when I had said that he touched me until he touched Victoriano, last week." Says the news lady on channel six. Another reporter has reported something similar. This is two reports within a month.
My mother simply turns off the TV. "I hope this man gets what he deserves." She leaves the living room proximity. It seems as though she's going for her bedroom past the hallway at a rapidly faster rate than usual. I say, "Me as well." As I get up to open the door that has been knocked on.
It is Richard.
Next thing, I know I'm in a very humid trunk, with tape on my month. Wrist feel numb, my hands are tied up together. Whomever's vehicle I'm in, the music is beyond loud. The music is being blast at an astronomically boisterous level. One's ears would bleed. I think I had passed out or was knocked out. Why did I wake up in a stranger's trunk? Had he kidnapped me? The Sawyer High Rapist? This is going to be a long...journey.
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De TodoJust writing short stories here. Each one could be a stand alone. ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE FAKE.
