I need to get out of here, failing is not an option I won't let it be one, I will not, cannot, fail, I will get out, for my friends, for my family. No matter what, even with the weight of my friends death, stress, loss, fear, and most of all, hopelessness. I will push them to the side, I will push through it, I know I can, I know I will.
I must formulate a plan, relying mostly on my intellectual skills instead of physical skills, but how?
I close my eyes and lie on my back on the air mattress, I relax and make sure I'm thinking clearly, then sit up and cross my legs, now, what to do, I need to be prepared for anything I might assume wrong.
Like, what happens if I'm not transferred by a car? How will I deal with that? Ugh, dammit, this is going to be hard.
Arg! Think dammit, think! I pace around the room trying to come up with something, maybe their weak points, I know they can't kill me, and Tyler feels bad that they killed Taylor. What if I pretended to be ill, or too taken by despair. Then I could sneak out of the house at night, while they're assuming I'm too weak.
Worth a try, for Taylor, I guess.
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I know it's short, just thought it'd help to tap into her feelings and point of view, let me know what you think! :)
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Kidnapped
ActionSixteen year old Claire Foster is taking a cool down walk from life, but life seems to be determined to have her and take her down. She is so absorbed in her thoughts that two mysterious people easily throw her on the pavement and drag her to a van...
