I have never been more scared since the last time I was paranoid. Out of the corner of my eyes I can see shadows move. The windows are down and I have no idea if the doors are locked. Probably not. It's dark, and I continue to flinch at every noise and movement. I am in a strange place, a parking lot, way back in the back. I don't know how to calm down besides writing this. But still, when I hear a noise I glance up for a quick look, before hurrying to write down my thoughts. I don't have time to go back and read what I wrote. My grandmother and sister are the only others here. Both are loud and completely oblivious to my fears. A car just parked behind us, three teenage boys. I don't know why I wrote this down but it might be useful later, if I have a right to be paranoid. My parents are inside the store. They move around and make noise, scaring me. I wish mom and dad were here, because if something goes wrong then I wouldn't know what to do. If I were taken all they would find if our phones weren't taken is this right here. I want to go back and read what I wrote but I am afraid. There are cruel people and the people who are with me right now may seem like good targets and easy pickings. Many alarms are going of in my head and I've only ever done this once before. But I was at home, not in a car. I had locked every door and gotten out a pocket knife. Unfortunately I am in the back of a car with no weapon in sight. I think I'll be okay but I'm scared. I'm going to text my parents. But what?
