Chapyer 6

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Chapter 6
​" Great. Come on into the backseat darlings. " She said.​

​We started to slowly, carefully, and warily tread towards the open door of the minivan. At the moment that car looked about as inviting as a hungry open sharks mouth. I took so long fantasizing what could o wrong I didn't realize that I was almost to the car. I could sense that the Banks were lined up behind us like security guards. Why would us of all people need security guards? Who knows? I climb into the car.

​It was a wreck. Papers and fake ID's everywhere. Ata files, school records, personal records you name it, it's there. I saw the door shut behind us and lock immediately. I thought it was normal. Until I saw it. Or should I say her.

Thrashing and banging on the windows in the trunk seat was a girl. I think she was a recent American transfer student at our secondary school. Her name is Amanda Greyes. I realized what was happening too late. Soon my friends were too banging on the windows, wile I ws screaming at the Banks to let us go!

When I looked into the trunk seat and Amanda I saw that her hands wee bound by very thick rope, and she was crying. Suddenly felt not just anger, but pure rage at the Banks for doing this to such a sweet girl. I did something that I swore I would never do again. I sang. I sang my feelings, my anger my sadness. My desire to get Amanda free and us as well. 

​ Then a miracle happened. The ropes disappeared and the car door swung open. Amanda, Lizzy, Lilly, and me ran for it. Lilly ran the fastest. She was the one to come up with the " if we get captured by evil villains " packs. You could hear Mr. Banks bellow with rage that his captives are getting away. I had the strangest feeling. I pulled my clip from my hair letting the strawberry hair flow around my face as I hastily unwove the string that my parents left me.

" Clare!! What are you doing! " Said Lizzy.

​  I ignored her. I finally got he string out. It felt cool to touch and curled r my hand instantly. It smelled like there was a hit of blue raslelberry. I somehow knew that I had to throw the string at the couple, now gaining on us. I did, almost.

Someone grabbed our arms and pulled us into a dark room with only one candle.  He person holding the candle hut e door and locked it tight...

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