When your sister is a professional dancer and all you can do is..oh yeah, nothing, like is pretty sucky.
I bit my lip as I sat in Advanced Bio and looked up at the dissected frog in front of my and my stomach began to feel like someone punched it.
"You alright?", my lab partner sits next to me with a look of concern on his face, sadly I couldn't remember his name.
I probably looked pale. Oh well.
"Yeah, I'm fine..", my eyes locked with his momentarily and when he broke my gaze I watched his eyes trail down my chest to my thigh.
"Lets get back to work.", I grumbled, recognizing the signature move of a 18 year old guy.
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I stepped out of the school and my cheeks stung from the immediate change of temperature from the warm hallway to the cold breeze of the outdoor wind.
I usually got a car ride from my sister but after all, the magical swan , mentally rolling my eyes, has ballet today. Indignantly I began walking down the sidewalk, my auburn curled hair waving behind my back. I shoved my hands in my pockets, looking at the houses in the neighborhood, seeing the leaves that covered their lawns.
I sighed to myself, thinking about the boring routine that I faced everyday with my sister living a colorful exciting life, in more ways than one.
The day seemed stagnant and boring as usual and I saw nothing different. At least I thought I didn't.
I glanced up from my chaotic thoughts to see a grey car driving slowly down the road, and at least twenty feet behind me walked a man with his head down.
You know those terror movies where you see something suspicious and you know, ya gotta fuckin run? That was that moment.
I glanced back one time and began sprinting, my legs moving quickly because I had decided to wear the school uniform for the first time in forever, which contained a tight white blouse (not good for moi, who wasn't your normal bra size.) and a short navy skirt, and I mean short, the creator must have been a pervert towards girls, honestly.
I kept sprinting and soon enough I heard clomping foot steps behind me, and I could see out of the corner of my eye, the same shoes that man was wearing. I knew all was lost but I made an attempt to sprint with the last bit of my energy until I felt a body crash on top of mine and a cloth go over my eyes as I felt myself being picked up and shoved into a car. I made and a desperate attempt to make a loud noise, or moan to call out to someone.
"Yes my little dove, moan for me, like you will for the man who will own you.", said a husky male voice.
Pervert.
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