Trouble

Why aren't I scared. Why aren't I crying? Why aren't I sweating? Why aren't I begging for my life? I stand here looking down the barrel of his gun. I take a glance around me. First, I see Emily. Eyes stained red, and puffy. Next to her I see Kaylee, who's big brown eyes are glazed with tears but she's trying to be brave. I scan over to Amanda now. She is clinging into James. They both have pain written across their faces. Jade has lost so much. I can tell she's thinking about the past and now what will happen to me. Last, I see Emmette. He looks mad, and afraid. He doesn't look sad for me. He's thinking something through.

"You ready sweet cheeks?" I remembered.

"You're going to let them go?" I confirmed. He just laughed.

"You're going to let them go." I said firmly.

"I won't hurt them." He said smugly and satisfied. Why aren't I scared? Maybe my instinct to not react kicked in. I glance at my friends one last time.

"I'm ready." My voice cracked and a tear fell. There it is.

Let me rewind and tell you how I came into this situation.

My name is Savannah woods, I'm 16 years old. I am 5"6 with grey blue eyes and longer than shoulder length dark brown hair.

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'When the daylight comes we'll be on our o-' I smacked my snooze button and flopped over on my bed. 'Ew, it's morning.' I thought to myself. My phone went off on my bedside table. I picked it up and slid the slide to answer icon.

"Hello." I groaned.

"Can I come over?" My over awake best friend asked.

"Since when do you actually wake up in the morning?" I asked sitting up and petting my dog.

"Shutup, I'm coming over at 8." And with that she hung up. I hate people. No I don't. Okay some times. I go on my kik account and wow who would have thought. Kendall. The girl who has to put everyone down, but if you stand up for yourself, you get 'a talking to' from the counselor. The message read ' what have I ever done to you?' Fury starts to build.

'My god Kendall. You insult my friends, you physically and mentally have hurt me. And you slapped Emily. And yes... It did hurt when you hit me over the head with that chair :)' I replied. My second alarm went off telling me to get up. I sigh and take my dog out. The rest of the morning is in eventful until Emily came over. Emily was stunning. She was one of those people who can do anything perfectly with out even trying. It kinda makes you hate that about her but, what are best friends for? She has beautiful long brown hair with natural waves. Hazel eyes, and lots of freckles, that I tease her about.

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Authors note: hey... This is my first book and I doubt anyone will read it, but I've got an idea so bear with me :)

So yeah... Call me sick minded, but I'm going into criminology in grade 11

-Shay