I ,Olivia King, hate my mother she made me move two states away from my friends just to get away from her family. They are always pestering her but my mom never tells me why, she says that I'm to young to understand. I'm sixteen years old for God's sake! I am not a child, I guess that's just another reason to hate her. I sat in the car as we drove through my new home town, Delaware. I didn't pay much attention though except when we pulled up to our house. It was a two story condo. Not the best but it's just me and my mom.
I got out of the car beside my mom, I'm the same height and we don't even look related. My mom has Brown hair and eyes, I have blonde hair blue eyes. I was getting that change though.
"Just think honey, two more days then you'll be back to school" my mom told me trying to cheer me.up. it failed though and I just got more upset, New school with strangers, joy.
The movers had already come so our stuff was already here. I just had to unpack. My mom ushered me into the house out of the cold night. I already new where my room was since mom told me. I refused to speak to her I was so mad. I went up stairs and down the hall last door to the right was mine. I opened it and squealed. It was already set up like my old room.
For a moment, just a moment I could pretend I was back home. My mom knocked softly on the open door before walking in. "Here sweety I know how much you want to get your hair done and shop" my mom said hand me four hundred dollars, yes four hundred! That's quite a bit considering my mom doesn't make much. I squealed again and hugged her, I may be mad but she was trying, before running down the stairs and grabbed the keys. I jumped in the car and drove off to the biggest mall I've ever seen.
This will be so much fun' I thought getting out of the car.
**********4 hours later************
It was 9 o'clock and the mall was closing. I had gotten Brown contacts I had put in and had dyed my hair Brown. I had five bags on one arm digging through my purse for my keys. I finally found them just as a black jeep with tinted windows drove by slowly. I hopped in my car throwing my bags in the backseat. The people in the car stared at me. "That's not creepy" I muttered to myself pulling out the parking lot.
I had driven 5 minutes before I realized that the jeep was still following me. I shrugged it off figuring they were just heading the same way. I noticed it had sped up and was riding my tail. I scoreless and sped up and so did they. I hit my horn and stuck my hand out the window giving them the bird. I looked in the review mirror and smirked when I noticed they slowed down.
I laugh and shout "How do you like them apples!"
I look back ahead of me and curse, another jeep was driving on the wrong side of the road straight towards me! I hit my brakes and turned the wheel quickly when I realized I wasn't going to stop in time. I screamed as I swerved off the road and into a telephone pole. My head hit the steering wheel and I heard the crunch of my hood, or was that my bone? I couldn't feel anything, I was sure I had a concussion if anything.
I heard the car door opening and felt someone lifting me up none too gently.
"Shit John, did we kill her?!" I heard more cursing.
"Relax man, look" the man John said poking my ribs. I screamed bloody murder when he did.
"At least she's alive, are her ribs broken?" The other guy said.
"Nope just bruised Tim" the guy, John, holding me said.
I felt movement and was placed in one of the jeeps. I opened my mouth to scream but a cloth was quickly pressed against my mouth. I held my breath but I couldn't help it, I took a deep breath and inhaled the toxins.
Then everything went black.
