Maggie's point of view
I woke up in a strange room. The room was all white. The sheets, the bed, and even the dresser. I was also in white. I was in white pajamas. I opened the door. Locked. "Hey let me out!" I yelled. No one let me out. I tried to retrace my steps from last night. I couldn't remember anything. After 5 minute of pacing the from back and forth someone be came in. The person was dressed in black. Black thing over his/her head, black gloves, black shirt, and black work pants. I was scared to death. He/she walked in with a sandwich and water. I took it not knowing what to expect. "Who are you?" I asked. " Your kidnapper." She replied. I could tell it was a girl just by her voice. "Well I'm not the only one." She said as she walked out the room. I was gonna get up and try to get out right when I heard the lock. I ate all my sandwich and decided to save some of the water. I then thought about what she had said. "Well I'm not the only one." What does that mean? There has to be 2. I thought to myself. As I lay in the bed I cry thinking about how I may never see my family again. I could die tomorrow. As I was the thought about dying tomorrow. I heard the door open.
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•P.S sorry it's SO short😭 I've been lacking in ideas. Also I have a new book coming out in a month or so! I'm really excited about it!!! •
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My kidnapped story
Teen FictionMaggie is the 2 p's ; pretty and popular. She was rich. Her dad was a plastic surgeon. And her mom was a business owner. Maggie was 17 almost 18. Until her life stopped.
