It was June, 2017. Jack was looking over the field, he heard birds cherping in the trees.
"Jack, time to eat, Jack," said his mom.
"Alright, be there in a minuet," said Jack.
Jack turned around, and staarted to head back to the house. Then he heard something coming towad him through the field. He turned, and saw the gras being pushed down. Jack squinted to see better, and then out of the grass came a huge truck, twice as tall as him.
He started to run toward the house, as fast as he could. But the truck was to fast. He turned his head and saw somebody lean out the door with his hands straight out. When the front door was next to him a bag was thrown onto his head and he was grabed and thrown into the back seat. He then felt a needle go into his name arm. Jack got tired and week within minuets he was fast asleep.
