Kidnapped.

Chapter one.

"On my way, be there in 10." My friend Beatrice texted me. I began to put my boots on, then used a q-tip to wipe the smudged mascara off, and walked downstairs. Perfect timing - I walked outside and got in her car.
"We've never taken the Popemobile on an adventure, Emma." She said referring to my car, which was a handed down Pontiac vibe. I loved it as it was.
"We can take him to the basketball game, I don't mind."
"Lucille is fine, for now." She said, referring to her Audi as she put it in reverse.

We got to the parking lot of our high school and got out.
"I'm almost sad we only have five more months here, and in Virginia." She said, adjusting the beanie on her head.
"I'm not. Bigger and better things are waiting for us at Columbia." I said, zipping my vest and fluffing my hair.
"I suppose you're right."
"I usually am," I said.

Tonight was the first round of the rivalry district tournament and our whole school was on 10 for this. You could feel the intensity, I could've cut it with a knife. Tonight we played North Shore, better known as our top enemies. Beatrice and I searched the crowd for our boyfriends Matt and Jake.
"Up here!" I heard a faint yell, looking up to see Matt standing waving his arms. Beatrice and I walked up the steep bleacher steps and found seats beside the boys. Matt stood up so Beatrice could pass easily to Jake, and sat down, smiling at me.
"You look pretty," he said leaning in to kiss my cheek. I smiled and thanked him, feeling my phone vibrate, choosing to ignore it.

We watched as the basketball game turned into more of a "foul them every chance you get" type of game, and I had seen so many flops I thought I was watching Nemo. Matt encouraged me to take a picture with him at the half, so of course I did, and posted it to the Instagram. I certainly was blessed with such a good guy.
"I'm going to keep this." Matt said referring to my cell phone.
"Okay, enjoy the 33 missed calls from my grandma."
"You're right, I'll give it back at the end of the game."

Beatrice and I tried to persuade the boys to come back to her house, but they had to finish a project for IB biology.

At the end of the game we took a picture with our friend Ethan on the team, Beatrice and I congratulated him on the win and let the boys leave so they could start and hopefully finish the project.
"Do you want to spend the night?" She asked.
"I didn't leave an overnight emergency bag at your house for no reason."

I called my grandma and told her I was going to spend the night with Beatrice, and that I would be home on Sunday night for school.
We pulled into her garage and walked inside.
"Woah! It's my girls!" Her dad yelled when we walked in. I laughed and gave him a fist bump.
"Bea, can you please go get us some food? Please." Her brother Jameson begged.
"Yeah, sure. What do you want?"
"Well, McDonald's sounds really nice right now." He said, adjusting his sock.
"I can do that. Text me what you guys want." Beatrice said as we got back in Lucille.

Her dad called me and I put it on speaker to hand over the message for the food, and after typing everything in the notes app we decided to just go inside and order. We pulled into McDonald's and got out, walking across the crosswalk, Beatrice making morbid jokes as usual. The cashier took our order and we sat down at the bar table that was positioned right in front of the work space.
We got the bags and walked back out to her car, putting the food in the passenger side back floor-board. Matt sent me a Snapchat saying how much he hated IB bio and that he would much rather be spending time with me. I smiled and sent back "we can be together all the time at Columbia if you pass. 😊" and locked my phone. Beatrice was outside on the phone with Jake, and I decided to check out things on Instagram. Matt and I had received 147 likes so far on our picture and I began to realize that I love him unconditionally and immensely.

The driver door opened and I didn't bother to look at Beatrice, I wanted to eat. I looked in my side mirror and noticed Beatrice was standing behind the car still on the phone, and I was very hesitant to turn my head. I slowly turned my head, seeing there was a middle aged man, bald, looking at me very sheepishly, half smiling. I gripped the door handle, ready to run, when Beatrice walked to the car. She stood there, starring at the man, and took off in a dead run. I tried to get out the car but the seatbelt was locked in place. I started pressing down harder, jerking the buckle piece upward. It wasn't coming undone at all. The man threw Beatrice in the back seat and slammed the door, throwing the car in reverse and leaving the parking lot.

I sat in the front, not talking, only watching the road and the man grip the steering wheel and I realized: Beatrice and I had just been kidnapped.