Kidnapped

Chapter 2

Leaving Aleah's house for school, I noticed there was a black Ford van blocking the gate. Luckily, it was not on the pavement so we could easily squeeze through the gap.

Swirling in my mind are many questions about this van...
Why is it blocking Aleah's drive?
Who is it?
Where have I seen it before?
Lyla. Get yourself together. Stop being paranoid, there's no way you've seen this van before. It's brand new!

I can tell its agitating Aleah as she hates the colour black, unlike me, who has an entire wardrobe full of black jeans, hoodies, tops, tank tops, jackets and shoes.

"Hey. It's ok, we'll be past it soon," I reassure her and she responds with a quick nod.
Not to be mean but Aleah sometimes annoys me with her hatred of the colour black. I mean, what's not to love about it? It's elegant, mysterious and dark.

Anyway, as we reach the end of the road, we hear a vehicle coming around the corner... the black van.

"Aahh. It's following us!" Screams Aleah while I burst out laughing at her flailing her long arms through the air before hiding behind me as if I was some sort of shield. However, something is not quite right and my paranoia is creeping up on me. Is the van following us?

"Let's just get to school Aleah. Then we'll be in safe grounds." I suggest.

We cross the road and wonder down another street and cross once more and we're at our school.

"Phew. We're here now." Says Aleah.

"Haha. You're so wimpy," I joke but she takes it the wrong way and gets defensive.

"Oh yeah! Well maybe if you weren't such an emo-y goth you would have a heart!" And with that she storms off.

"I'm not an emo or a goth," I shout back, " Aleah! Wait. "

Running to catch up with her, she starts to quicken her pace but I have already caught her and we both burst out laughing again. I knew she couldn't stay mad.

Half an hour later, after morning registration, we head to our first lesson; maths.

"So everyone, our new topic for this term will be a recap over advanced trigonometry and Pythagoras' theorem. Now would you all kindly open your books and get some paper from the back to write rough notations on." On drones Mrs Ashford about maths we already know. Me and Aleah share our evolving 'maths glance', a look we give each other when we are both acknowledging the same thoughts: How stupid does she think we are? We show it by raising our eyebrows and puffing out our cheeks before having a slight silent giggle to ourselves and carrying on with the task set by The Droner.

Drifting off into a daydream, I get a kick from under the table. It was Aleah. She rolls her eyes and then signals to Mrs Ashford.

"Lyla Zarohni!" Urgh. I hated it when people, especially teachers, said my surname aloud.
"As a fifteen year old woman, surely you should know to pay attention in these valuable lessons!" She spat.

"Well it might help if they weren't so boring," I mumble a little too loudly.

"How dare you!" Meanwhile I'm trying not to laugh at her face. Her skin is all stretched back and she looks as though her eyes are about to pop out of her head.
Great. On she goes. Oh, I'm just loving this(!)

"How dare you have the audacity to arrive in my lessons and be so exceptionally rude?!"
I can tell Aleah is disappointed in me when she starts to look down and twiddle her thumbs, whereas I'm just sat her with my tongue in my cheek like I couldn't care less. She was right, she did have a reason to be dissapointed in me.