June 28, 2017
"Honey! Come down here. Ya gotta see this!" my mom yells from downstairs. I make my way down, hoping it's not another girl gone missing. I round the corner into the living room, and my eyes fix on the TV. It's on the local news channel, but the headline catches my eye.
MISSING GIRL FOUND
I stood there in awe, watching the girl get interrogated by the police. Her hair was messed up, her face was red, like she ran a marathon, and her eyes only showed fear.
"What's your name?" the reporter asked the girl.
"My name is Lexie, I'm 18, and I was a victim of the mystery bus." She spoke into the microphone.
"What was it like? How did you escape?"
"I don't remember much, since I was slightly drugged, but I got out of there before I forgot everything. I was out of strength, but I had just enough to knee the guy in the crotch. Then I ran. I ran for dear life." Lexie panted.
"Have you obtained any valuable information?"
"I don't know, I can't remember. Oh yes...they had said something about virgins, and I'm a virgin, so maybe they only kidnap virgins." she pondered for a moment before confirming.
"Thank you, we are glad you are safe now, Lexie," the reporter turned to the camera, "I'm Joan Stevens, and this is Channel 7 News." and the segment ended.
The mystery bus. It's a bus that abducts girls. It took its first victim in December 30, 2016. No one knows where it goes or what happens to them, although we have a pretty good idea. Around 500 girls have gone missing in the past 6 months. It has been hell for those families. My friend, Bree, was taken last month, it was torture just thinking about what could happen to her. No one knows much about it. But sometimes, they find a girl. No trace of the bus, but they usually end up 5 states from where they were taken.
"Are you a virgin?" my mom asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yea" I mumbled.
"Jesse," she took my shaking hands in her frail ones, "Have sex." I looked at her with shock.
"I'm just kidding," she chuckled, "promise me you will stay safe, and never let your guard down."
I looked into her watery eyes, "I promise. And I heard they've only taken 18 year-olds, and I'm 17. Mom, you don't need to worry."
