I was walking home in the rain when my best friend ran up to my side;
" hey CJ! "
" oh! Hi Grace! "
Me and Grace meet in year 2, and have been bff's ever since. My friends call me CJ - it stands for Courtney Jane wich is my real name, but I prefer CJ it sounds cool and different. Grace is Ginger and has really curly hair, unlike my own straight, brown hair I've always wanted to be different and stand out, but I'd settle for grace anyday. I'm taller than her and look older than I really am, but I'm not complaining!
" so... How did it go? "
" I got a A* in PE, and in art ! "
I studied art, PE, French and photography for my GCSE's I want to become a runner and go all around the world, taking pictures of where I've traveled and then adding my own twist to them when I get back to my flat. I live on my own, my parents passed away and I've been saying that my uncle is my legal guardian, he doesn't mind, but he insists on signing letters and the like. I've got over my parents death pretty quickly, I had no choice.
We were walking and chatting away when I noticed a black van drive next to us and came to a stop. I didn't really notice as there is a black van at no. 15. Me and Grace crossed the road, said goodbye and walked our separate directions home. I was opening the front door when two strong arms pulled me back and shoved a tissue around my mouth.
I became drowsy very quickly and lost control of my arms and legs, I fell, but the arms didn't let me hit the ground.
I blacked out.
