The Kidnapper

                                                                    The Kidnapper   (chapter 1)

My name is Alex taylor but my kidnapers called me Abigail I remember living in a small town in a quite neighborhood, there were lots of children in my area including me, my house hold was really cosy, it was white on the outside and had purple flowered wallpaper in the inside, we lived in Tottenham on kings road i used to hear the trains every night when i went to bed but overall i enjoyed living there but now i live in a house with 2 couples who i thought were my parents for the past 15 years until i found out i got kidnapped and this is how it all started.

When i was 4 years old, i remember it being a Saturday morning when my mother told me to stay in the garden and not to go out of the gate. I was outside playing with my pink ball which my mother had brought me 3 months ago, it was my favourite ball and i never let anyone touch it.my mother worked as a shopkeeper in town and my father worked as a security guard.

As i was playing with my ball i accidentally bounced it out of the gate, i decided to go inside and call my mother but she was too busy on the phone with my aunt molly (her sister), well i was only 4 so i didn't suppose that my mother would understand me very well although i knew how to say certain words, mother enjoyed talking with aunt molly because she was the only one in her family who lived in the other side of the world in Florida, we lived in London. My father always had work in the morning and came back in the night,i never saw him that often because by the time he came back i would have been asleep. It seemed as if my mother didn't want to bother with me so she told me to go and play with my ball, i decided to go outside and get my ball myself.

As i went out of the gate i saw a couple who were holding my ball, they were walking towards a greenish coloured car, i walked towards them shouting "ball" "ball", the women who looked as though she was in her 20's saw me and nagged her partner asking him to look back, i realized that i was standing right in front of them and the car, the women started being polite and said "are you looking for this ball sweetie", i nodded, the man opened his car door and the back seet too, as the women handed me the ball, i quickly started running as i knew my mother would be looking for me by now, but the women stopped me and said "your going home with me tonight little girl and there's nothing you can do about it", she quickly threw my ball and pushed me in the car, i cried in to tears.