Preface

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"Ali, your parents should have paid the ransom. You know what is going to happen now." The man held up a shiny silver knife and the young girl with a dirty rag tied around her mout tried to scream and was wriggling desperately in the bonds that held her tight to the chair. The man smiled, silver tooth glinting, "Oh Ali, don't worry, I'm not going to kill you," he turned around. "Yet."

     "STOP, STOP!" I scream and the world slides out of focus. I am spinning until eventually life falls back into focus. In the a cubicle of the school toilets, I comphrehend what happened.

      Another flashback of someone elses life.

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