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Chapter 3:
I'm literally so bored right now. However, everything changed when the fire nation attack. Haha. Hilarious. Even when tied up, I still have a sense of humour.
Isabella Mom's P.O.V
I'm pacing back and forth, nibbling my nails. My husband stood up and comforted me.
"Jenn, it's going to be okay. Isabella is going to be okay." He said.
"I don't know, Brett. What if something happens to her. I'm worried about our little girl." I sobbed.
"Everything's going to be alright." He said. Suddenly I got a call from an unknown caller.
"Hello?" I said.
"If you want your daughter back, meet me at Grayson Park at 3:00p.m on Tuesday, July 23. Along with paying the ransom." The voice said.
"You have our daughter?" I asked. Suddenly my husband grabbed the phone off my hand.
"You give our daughter back to us right now." He demanded. He sounded angry, really upset, "There's no right for her to suffer."
The voice replied but I couldn't really hear him, he wasn't on speaker.
"How much?" My husband asked. Suddenly, he made an O with his mouth.
"$500,000?!" My husband repeated. That's crazy! $500,000?! That's. WHAT!?
"Okay. Okay." Brett said. He hung up and tears strolled down his eyes which made tears swell up in my eyes.
Clementine:
I'm worried out of my toes! I may or may not just made that up. I'm worried about my best friend. It was my job to protect her that day. It was... my job... It's all my fault. Why didn't I kick those guys where it hurt the most? I'm so stupid.
"Honey, stop being so hard on yourself. You tried your best to protect her. Don't blame everything on yourself." my mom said.
"No, what I did wasn't enough! You know I didn't do anything to stop them! All I did was just say 'stop'. That's all! It just... wasn't... enough." I said.
"You panicked, and when you panic, you don't think fast." my mom was right. I did panic. Why did I have to panic! Stupid me.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Mom went to open it. Mr. and Mrs. Wilber showed up. I hope they have updates on Isabella.
"Hi," Mrs. Wilber announced, "we actually have some updates about the kidnapping situation." As soon as I heard her say that, I ran to the door.
"Oh my gosh! That's great! What is it?" I rushed, asking.
"Before you say anything, come inside." My mother said.
"Thanks Amy." Mrs. Wilber thanked.
They walked in and sat on our comfy, violet couch.
"They wanted us to pay the ransom." Mr. Wilber finally spoked.
"How much?" My mother asked.
"Half a millon dollars." Mrs. Wilber answered.
"Half a millon dollars!" I blurted out, "That's insane!"
"We don't know what to do. We barely have money to make a living let alone pay them half a millon dollars." Mrs. Wilber said.
"We can help pay." I blurted out.
"Yeah. Yeah we could." My mother said.
"No, that's too generous." Mrs. Wilber said.
"No, it's okay. You guys need it the most." My mother answered.
"I guess." Mr.Wilber said.
"Brett!" Mrs. Wilber quietly shout, "We can't it's their money!" but it seemed like mom overheard them and she said, "No, it's okay. I only need to take care of Clementine and Justin. Plus, I'm a flight attendant so we get payed pretty well." My mother announced, "It's best that we donate some money. Your child is at stake there's no choice whether you should take our money or not."
The Wilbers both looked at each other and Mr. Wilbur nodded. Finally, Mrs. Wilber nodded and let out a long sigh.
"Okay." Mrs. Wilber said.
"Great," my mother said, "it's the best thing to do right now."
"We're supposed to meet the kidnappers at Grayson Park. I think it's because barely anyone goes there and they want it as vacant as possible." Mrs. Wilber said.
"Smart, but it's a child's play. Anyone would not want anyone around." Mother said.
"We're supposed to meet them next week. On Tuesday, July 23rd." Mrs. Wilber stated.
"Okay, got it." My mother said.
Isabella's P.O.V
I'm so hungry! The feeding thing is just one-time thing. I haven't eaten in 4 days. I'm...going...to...die... I can't live anymore. I don't know how the hunger does this.
"I'm HUNGRY!" I shouted. I suddenly hear the echo of my voice bouncing one place to another. I forgot how big this warehouse is. Nobody was there at all. It was so silent you can hear a pin drop. I remember when I was worried about what clothes I'm going to wear tomorrow. Now I'm here, tied up, with my life on the line.
"HELLO?!" Suddenly, I hear the echoes of my voice again. I hate this. I'm starving! I'm going to die. I cry silently not wanting to alert them. I don't want them to think I'm not strong. I never knew death can be this torturing. Dying in my sleep is so much more peaceful. Maybe I WILL die in my sleep tonight so this torture can be over already. Ooh. I hear footsteps. I hear voices. Who is it? Who can it possibly be?! I'm going crazy. "HAHAHAHA! YOU CAN'T TORTURE ME FOREVER! OH NO YOU CAN'T! LET ME OUT!" I tried to break free out of the grip of the rope but it was no use. No use at all.
"LET ME OUT!" I yelled, still struggling to be released out of this rope, "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME IN HERE FOREVER! HAHAHAHA! OH NO YOU CAN'T!" I feel like dying. I can't take this anymore. I just... can't! I silently sob while resting on my shoulder.
Greg's P.O.V
its so hot in the supermarket. i cant bare it!
"TURN ON THE AIR CONDITIONER!" i cant help but burst it out.
"shut up!" carl said. hes my partner in crime. we're pretty tight. "cant you keep your mouth shut for once!"
"what are you talking about?" i asked.
"you cant keep your mouth shut." he whispered but formed a mad expression on his face.
"sheesh. that was... rude." i mumbled. "you hurt my feelings."
carl rolled his eyes. he's a meanie. hes such a meanie. hes a MEANIE! i stomped my foot. Meanie! i tried to hold back my tears. it hurts so bad. stiffen up you crybaby! my conscience told me. youre a big boy now! youre not the same loser from Preschool-12th grade anymore. youre a big boy now so stiffen up!
i wiped my eyes with kleenex that i found inside my pants.
"lets go. were done shopping." carl announced. by shopping he means stealing. i was never a stealer but it makes me feel so alive. i feel like superman. but an evil superman. hehe. we left the girl at the warehouse. greg said we cant let her out of the grip of that rope. he said that she might be smart and think of an escape plan. he said we cant take any risks. did i mention he can be a real meanie sometimes. well, if i didnt then im saying it now. greg is a big meanie! but i still love him!
Carl's P.O.V
Greg. He's a big pain the butt. However, he takes the blame for everything I do so I need to keep him by side. Besides, we've been friends since preschool. He's always been there for me. Always.
Boo! Did I scare ya? I know I did ;). That's the end of the chapter. I've been trying to type over a thousand words and I've finally accomplished it! If you're confused about Greg's P.O.V like how he doesn't use aspostrophes or use capitalizations. I did that because Greg is supposed to be dumb, a crybaby and a whiner. What do you guys think about Carl and Greg's friendship? I'll probably upload another chapter next week! Bye!
