Altadesnia Preparatory Academy

Chapter 1: Kidnapped

"RIKKI!" Someone called from downstairs. I glanced up at my open door, regretting not closing it. 

"WHAT?" I yelled back, louder as I rushed to the top of the staircase. My little sister, Charlie, stood with her hand on her hip, glaring at me. Looks like yelling at her was not the right way to go in this instance. I bit my lip.

"Mom wants you." Of course she does. I sighed, and slid down the railing to stand beside Charlie. She looked even more annoyed than she was before. (If that was even possible)

I skipped into the kitchen, where my mother was, and stood in the doorway. My mother was frantically cramming several plates into the dishwasher at once, piling them high. I giggled and moved over to her, intent on straightening out the plates so that I would have something to eat my food off of come dinner time.

Mom looked up from what she was doing, and smiled at me brightly. I smiled back. Mom set down her scrub brush and soap, and turned to look me in the eye.

"Hello Rikki." I waved, as if greeting her as she was staring off into space. Suddenly my mother was far away, staring at the wall behind me. I looked back, but saw nothing peculiar.

"Uh, mom?" She snapped out of her daze and stared at me again.

"Was there anything you need me for?" She shook her head, finally, completely focusing her attention on me.

"Uh, yes. I just wanted to ask you... What would you think about going to an all girl's school?" I twisted my head. Obviously, she was going mad. An all GIRLS school?

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Mom gave me a you-really-didn't-hear-me? look. "I said, what would you think about going to an all girls school?" She pronounced every word carefully, like you would talk to a deaf person so they could read your lips.

"AN ALL GIRLS SCHOOL!?" I yelled, a look of panic on my face. Mother put her hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down, but I brushed it off. A look of hurt flashed across her face.

"Why would you send me to a school for girls? That's more money than public school!" She bit her lip.

"Well... It's actually kind of not. You've been offered a scholarship." I scrunched my nose in confusion. Why would I get a scholarship to a place that I've never even heard of before. I ran my hands through my hair. I wasn't actually getting a scholarship... was I?

"You know what? I'm still not going!" Mom laughed nervously. My eyes widened and my brows furrowed.

"Mom..."

"You see... I sorta already signed you up." My mouth hung open in disbelief. She'd already signed me up for a freaking princess school? This was not real.

I tried to calm myself. "So, what school am I being forced against my will to go to? Beachview Barbie Doll of the Arts? Pretty Princess Prep?" Mom glared at me, not appreciating the sarcastic comments.

"No, you'll be attending Altadesnia Preparatory Academy, for your information. And I have a feeling you'll really like it there! They have good foo-ood!" She exclaimed, saying food like it was a song.

"Well, I guess if they have good food..." My mother stared at me hopefully. I smacked my forehead.

"Mom! I was joking! I'm not leaving here. I'm staying with you and my annoying little sister and all my friends. Just tell them I wouldn't go."

"Honey, I can't, this is relying on my job. It's one of the best schools in the world, and I just recently found out it's linked to whether I'm fired or not! So you're going, whether you want to or not!" With that, she stormed out of the kitchen, and I heard a door slam.

My face was beet red as I shut the dishwasher door as hard as I could. Her job was forcing her to send me to one of the best schools in the world? Not likely.

As tears threatened to spill over, I rushed from the kitchen with my head hung low. Charlie gave me a strange look, but I just ignored her and made my way up the stairs. I needed to just wake up. I was probably just having some dumb dream. I had those a lot.

I slammed the door to my room, hoping that would wake me up, but it didn't, so I made my way over to my welcoming bed.

Curling up on the sheets, I closed my eyes, waiting patiently for sleep.

But it never came.

I tried to scream as a gag was put into my mouth, a rope was tied to my wrists, and I was dragged out of my room by the rough material, the rope digging into me, sending excruciating pain up my arm. I stared in horror at my captor. Though I couldn't see their face, I believed it was a woman. She had a not-so-flat chest, and her hands were small-ish.

When she glanced at me and realized I was staring at her, she jerked the rope the other way so as to punish me. I whimpered.

As the woman dragged me down the stairs, someone came up behind me, covered all of my body except my head with a bag, and picked me up. I silently remembered to thank whoever had picked me up. Even if they were helping to kidnap me.

I was gently placed on down, and I heard a trunk slam. Uh-oh... Was I seriously in a trunk?!

I looked around me, though I didn't have much to look at. All I could see in my short line of vision was a beige colored bag, my nose, and a thick rope. Was this seriously all I had to work with? I'm kidnapped, stuck in a trunk, and all I had to work with were the things keeping me hostage?

In the movies this escape thing was so much easier...