Kidnapped

Dolls

Yesterday my grandma sent me a doll. I hate dolls, but my grandma continues to send me atleast one once a year. I've told my grandma how I feel many times, but she just can't seen to understand why I would ever hate dolls. I suppose it is because when she was young, since her fanily had no money, the only thing she had was her dolls. Over the years I've made a process were every time my grandma sent me a doll I would donate it to a charity with girls who would appreciate it. I know that tons of people have a fear of dolls thanks to Chucky. But for me it's worse. When I was younger, the first time my grandma ever sent me a doll, it was my birthday. I took it to school with me to show off to all my friends. Then I was seven. After school my mom drove us home. I stepped out of the car and put my doll on the floor, so I could grab my backpack. Then I heared several loud barks from my dog who would never bark ever. Me and my mom ran inside because we both knew that my father has a very bad heart and he wasn't feeling well lately. We came inside and saw my dad dead. I remember hearing my mother scream and she ran for the phone and called 911. I thought only that my father was sleeping for I was only seven. Then I thought that people didn't die, only animals and pets. The ambulance came and pulled up right on top of my doll. The doll was dead and so was my father.

So yeah. Its been 10 years and I've gotten better, but my mother never did. After my father died we never celebrated my birthday again, since it was also the day of my dads death. I've adapted to it though. My mother although heart broken was still a great mother. She never remarried.
Nobody else know about why I don't like dolls. Not even my grandma. But I hate to bring up the subject. Since it involves my fathers death.
But now I will be starting fresh. I hate to leave my mother, but eventually everyone does. I'm a senior now and have gotten early admission to Julliard for flute. Julliard!!! I couldn't believe it! But it happened. Now everything seems to be going perfectly. Except for my dads death... But the thought of moving all the way across the country next year still scares me. I live in Nevada now.
I have friends. A lot actually. I don't have any enemies, or atleast none that I know of. I have long blond hair with blue eyes. I don't have a boyfriend but I do like somebody. Actually no, I love him. We've been friends since high school started. And now he has a girlfriend and that kind of broke my heart. No actually it did break my heart. His name is Ethan. Ethan Niyels.
But I tell myself that next year I will be starting fresh. New school, new friends, new crush, maybe even a new boyfriend.
Its the last week of school. Well be graduating! Class of 2016!
My mom couldn't drive me to school today because she had a late shift last night and won't be home till long after I'm in school. My mom works at the desk of a Holliday inn express hotel. She normally has late shifts because those make more money and we really need the money to help pay for my tuition at Julliard. But its okay, were getting by.
I only live about 15 blocks away from my school so I normally just take my bike. And today seemed like a perfect day.

As I rode my bike down the sidewalk I began to plan how my day would go. First I would walk through the doors and wave to the unfortunate freshman who have their lockers at the front of the school. Then my best friend Karen would fun up to me with a tissue in her hand crying. She been crying almost every day for the past week. She so upset about leaving everyone even though everyone promised they would keep in touch, though most people were lying. Most people can't wait to leave this all behind. Then I would take Karena hand and say it will be okay. She will walk with me to my locker and when we get there Karen will dry her tears because my.locker neighbor just so happens to be Karens perfect boyfriend.so she always has to look perfect for him. Then Karen will leave me to go walk with Colin, her boyfriend. But I love them together. They are most definitely the OTP. Then school will start.
Before I realized it, I was only eight more blocks away from school. A leaf feel on me. Proving that I should have been wearing my helmet since I shouldn't have been able to feel that. Then I saw a van pass by. It looked like one of those ones that you see a girl get kidnapped in, but since those weren't real I didn't pay attention. But then the van stopped all of a sudden. I heared to people yelling.
"That's her," said a females voice.
"Are you sure," said a mans voice. "We cannot mess this up, the boss 'll kill us."
"I'm positive," Answered the women. "Now hurry."
That actually did sound like kidnap talk. I started peddling faster, but the van followed me. Then the front door of the van swung open and a man cake out holding a gun.
"Get in the van." He said.
At first I just stood there. This must be a dream I said. This only happens in movies. I pouches myself so I could wake up but I didn't. I looked straight into the eyes of the man holding the gun.
I couldn't move. "This can't be happening to me." I thought.
"We don't have all day," said the man holding the gun.
All of a sudden I came back to life. I didn't have a choice. He had a gun. I nodded and got in.
Once I stepped in I actually began to think.
Omg! I have been kidnapped! Im all my mother has. Other than bingo, the dog I was talking about that never barks. But she doesn't care about bingo, bingo is my dog. And Julliard l! I was going to Julliard! I was graduating. And now I am going to die after slowly having my skin peeled off by these kidnappers. And what about my future maybe boyfriend? I really hated these kidnappers.
"I don't want to be in here," I yelled at the people forgetting that they had a gun.
"Mrs. Adelaide, no one wants to be kidnapped." Replied the women.
"Im sorry, what did you say to me?" I said.
"Mrs. Adelaide, no one wants to be kidnapped." Repeated the women with a chuckle then whispered to the man thinking I couldn't hear,
"I think she's deaf." The man laughed as well.
I laughed to with a sudden burst of confidence. I mean I totally forgot he had a gun.
"I'm sorry, my names not Adelaide."
"What, ofcourse it is, stop playing games." Said the man.
"Im not the one playing games here, my name is Jessie."
"NO IT ISN'T," yelled the man who was obviously annoyed.
"YES IT IS," I said mimicking him to annoy him further. I was scared at first. But im the type that's not scared of anything, except dolls. "My name is Jessie Andrews. I am a senior at Rocky James high school and I Wilmer graduating this year." I said. Damnit, I thought. Maybe I shouldn't be telling kidnappers everything about me.
Then I heared something that made me feel two things:
1. Relief and happiness that they didn't want me.
2. Scared and come back to reality that I was kidnapped.
The women whispered to the man again thinking I couldn't hear her,
"I think we kidnapped the wrong girl.