I jump off the top of my loft bed. I fall and hit the cold hard floor. I immediately stand up. My legs start pumping.
I am running from two people who came through my window. I know that they are here to kidnap me. My younger sister was kidnapped a few months ago. She hasn't been found.
Mia was kidnapped the same way. Two men came through her bedroom window and took her. I will not let that happen to me.
I kept running. The floors were slippery in my socks. On my way down the hall I slipped and fell against the wall. I pulled myself up. I knew that this was probably a life or death situation.
I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. My parents were on a two day vacation so they couldn't help me.
I took a couple deep breaths and looked around. I couldn't see anything useful. Then it hit me. I could jump out the window. I grab some towels and other useless stuff and shove it into a bundle. I look through the window. It's not a far jump.
I gather all the courage I have. I push the window up. I can see the the door handle shake. I know someone is trying to get in. I crouch on the windowsill. Then I jump.
