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I was walking home from school on the sidewalk in probably the shadiest neighborhood ever. Of course Mrs. Schieund had to give me extra homework for "back talking". She asked, "I have 4 bottles in one hand and 6 in the other, if I drank nine... What do I have? I answered, "A drinking problem". In my opinion, I have two reasons I SHOULDN'T have got in trouble. One, at least I was being honest. Two, I had the guts to answer her question.
The walk home was pretty long, as usual. I live about 2 blocks past the shady neighborhood. I used to be scared having to walk though the shady neighborhood, but I've loosened up. The shady neighborhood is really called Oak Wood. My friend Spencer and I call it "The Shady neighborhood because there are always robberies and a lot of crime there.
In the distance I could see what looked like a man in a black hoodie running across the street. I got suspicious. As I walked I tried not to attract too much attention. I just kept walking.
Suddenly, a hand quickly swung in front of my face and covered my mouth while the other hand held a gun to my head. I was trying to yell "Help!" But the hand kept my mouth shut. I attempted to squirm out of the man's grip,but failed. It was hard to breath. My sight went black and I fell unconscious as he whispered, "Sweet dreams, kid." He snickered.
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I woke up in what looked like a wooden shed. It was so dirty that it looked like it was built with dirt. Now, even better, I had duct tape over my mouth. I could finally breath because nothing was covering my nose. I was laid out on an old, stained bed cover. It was gross and had a rusted metal bed frame. The smell was bad, it was musty.
My body felt numb it was so cold. I had a headache from the man squeezing me so hard.
The man came in. I tried to avoid eye contact, but couldn't. He was tall and very muscular. I couldn't really make out his facial features. The black hoodie was still on and he looked like just a shadow. I kept quite. He walked slowly towards my "bed". The man stopped and asked, "How old are you?".
"And why should I tell you?!", I replied.
"Tell me if you want to live!", the man demanded.
"Fifteen" I lied. I really just turned seventeen about three days ago.
The man now asked, "And...Your name?"
"Amanda.", this time I didn't lie. I don't see why I would.
"Well, Amanda. My buddy and I need some help. You are gonna help us rob a house we have on mind, the Robbin's House. If you cooperate we will let you go but you can't snitch on us, if you do, we'll kill you. Got it?"
"I...uh...um", I didn't know how to respond.
"Good.", the man said sternly.
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The man left after telling me to get some rest. It was hard to sleep. I was scared. After all this I felt like there was no hope. I prayed that night, praying that I will be safe and return home safe. I miss my mom and dad. Especially my sister Lauren, we were practically best friends. I don't even know what happened to my backpack.
I woke up and I was given breakfast. It was only oatmeal and some sort of juice. I think it was grape. I ate slowly to stall. The man came in the shed, finally with his "buddy". His buddy was wearing gloves and a vest. There was a gun peeking out of a holster on his right leg. The man was getting prepared. I finished up eating and got some replacement clothes that the man's buddy gave me. They were old and saggy. Very uncomfortable too. When we finished getting ready we left.
We got in a white pick-up truck. The seats were torn and stained. Surprisingly the truck started quickly and we got going. It was a long ride. The good news was I'm still alive and not hurt.
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