Letters & Kidnappings

C h a p t e r Ø n e~ I t ' s b e e n a w h i l e

September 27th, 5:45am
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The morning sunrise was just coming up over the hills. I wrapped the blanket tighter around me as some sort of barrier. The sunlight slowly trailed up the house roof to my feet. The sunlight swallowed me whole. I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding in. Today is a whole new day.

The back door below me opened, and I could hear someone coming outside. I froze. The fridge door opened, some sodas rattling, then it slammed shut. It was silent. I didn't hear the back door close. Then the thought hit me. The ladder was still on the side of the house. Oh, please don't walk over there.

After a while I heard a soda being opened and the back door being closed. I relaxed. I didn't get down despite that. I stayed up on the roof in the morning sun light. Holding the blanket to myself wishing I had no feelings at all. Because today, I could tell, was going to be a very long day.

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Few Hours Later...

"Hey, Noel!" My best friend, Tyler, yelled to me from my drive way. I asked him if he could come pick me up, and take me to practice so I didnt have to walk 3 miles to school. He gladly came to my rescue.

"Hey, Tyler." I smiled. I through my track bag under the dash board before climbing into the passenger seat of his truck. He, as always, had the radio on to my favorite radio station. "You always remember, don't you?"

"We'll it's all you ever talk about these days so of course I do." He laughed. I smiled shyly. I guess I did talk about my favorite bands I hear on the radio a lot more now a days. I haven't realized that till now.

We drove to school with the windows down, and music blasting. He got a new sound system put in his truck so now you can feel the music as well as hear it, and understand it. Not much conversation was shared between us in the mornings like these. We both were too tired to care or know what the other was saying. All we cared about was listening to the music that got us by everyday.

As we pulled up to the school my jaw dropped. On the biggest wall our campus has someone spray painted a thick dark red pentagram. "Holy Shit."

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First Hour Class...

I walked into child education right before the late bell finished ringing. I took my seat one desk to the right from the middle. Nobody seemed interested in anything, but the giant pentagram on the campus wall. The news crew was here earlier to get the scoop on the situation. The story made the main talk on the news during A hour. 'A school promoting satanism or a prank before the big homecoming game?' I rolled my eyes at the thought. Like this school actually teaches anything. Since me, and Tyler were the ones who found it first, and called the school on it the new came searching for my A hour to discuss it. Of course they didn't like my attitude when all I said was it's just a stupid prank, and it doesn't need to be broadcasted as this huge inhuman act. Teenagers will be teenagers.

Mr. O'Neil walked into class holding lost of papers, and a cup of black coffee. Ew. He had a serious look to his face something he doesn't normally have. The class must have noticed too, because they all got quiet. "Today class," He began. His tone wasn't firm, and serious. "We are going to be talking about depression, and how to help your child through it."

This was a lesson my parents needed not me.

"For the next hour we are going to write our own opinions on how to help your child through depression, and what depression is to you. Tomorrow, we will trade papers with people at random through this hat," He held up a hat. "And you will read the other person's paper, and respect what's on it. Then you will try to guess who's paper it is. Any questions?"