The corridors where twisting and turning and every way you looked there were either doors or more corridors. 'Where are they leading us?' Angelica thought. Right, left, right, left, left, right. A door appeared out of nowhere. The guard leading the way opened it and pushed the four girls in. Behind the door there was an office that consisted of a desk and a chair with some stationary and family photos on the desk. The walls were bare, save for a few lanterns lighting the dim room. They girls heard the lock click behind them. Looking to their right, they could see four boys of roughly the same age as them.
"Hi! My name is Angelica. What's yours?" She reached out her hand and started walking forward but stopped halfway. One of the boys shuffled forward, thinking that she stopped on purpose. Suddenly, he bumped into something that prevent the both of them from touching.
"I'm Tom." His voice was slightly muffled and very confused. Angelica looked back at the others on her side of the invisible wall that preventing them from reaching the other side. "Angelica, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Tom. Does my voice sound like someone's put a pillow over my face?"
"Ummm...... Kinda. Why? Does mine?" He asked, generally concerned.
"A bit." Angelica said, fidgeting with her fingers. Gradually, everyone introduced each other. The boys were all called; Tom, Michael, Peter and Finley. Tom was tall with dark hair, whereas Peter was small with longish black hair and freckles. Finely and Michael was almost the same, but Finley had gingery hair. Soon, the eight children found themselves liking one another.
"I really like the one with black hair. Do you know his name?" Kylie said, biting her finger nails. "His smile is adorable!"
"Oh, do you mean Peter? My favourite's Michael. His eyes are amazing!" Hazel replied.
"I think I like Finley, he is sooo cute." Joanna's knees buckled under her. Angelica was only glad how no-one had stolen Tom. To be honest, she was happy everyone had someone different!
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Hidden in the Dark Room
TerrorWhat would you do if you were held hostage on a shopping trip? Would you kick, scream, make a fuss? Or would you just hold onto the arm that's strangling you? When Susan's put in that situations she breaks free, only to be taken by the guys who took...
