“And what does this ‘working’ involve?” I asked, curiously.
“Well, a bit of training,” he said.
“What do you mean training? Why would I be training?” I said my voice getting shakier and shakier.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” said my dad laughing. “And it’s not just you; there are other people here as well.” He said.
“Where are they? You are to let them go or…”
“Or what?” asked my dad, leaning in close.
“You have to let them go!” I demanded. “I don’t care what you do to me, but you can’t let other people get involved. This is between us, not them!” I screamed.
“Now, now Maddie. Keep your voice down.” He said his voice on an edge. “And if I haven’t warned you, there will be a few tests on the way before we go to the training camp.”
I looked at my dad. How could someone turn so evil in a matter of years?
“It’s time for you to meet the rest.” He said leaving the room. “Bring her here.” He ordered, before he left the room.
The two men grabbed me by my arms and dragged me into the other room.
In the other room was a group of four girls. Their faces turned towards me, as opened the door. I looked at them and they looked back at me.
“Hi?” I said awkwardly. Nobody answered me then a little voice said:
“Hello, are you ok?” it came from a young twelve year old kid. She had black hair that was tied in a sleek pony tail. She had a green t-shirt that matched her eyes. Her lips were pink and soft and freckles dotted her face.
“Yes, I’m ok. What about you?” I asked back politely sliding closer to her.
“I’m not sure.” She said sighing.
“What’s your name?” I said.
“It’s Isabella, but most people call me Bella,”
“I’m Maddie.” I said. I moved closer to her so we were practically sitting right next to each other.
“How old are you?” She asked.
“Sixteen, you?”
“I’m twelve.”
“How did he get you?” She asked, out of the blue.
“What do you mean?”
“How did he take you?” She said simplifying it down.
“Well, he was dressed like a post man and he lured me into his van.” I explained.
“Did he say his back was hurting him?” She asked.
“Yes he did.” I said, sighing.
“He did that to me as well,” said a different girl.
“And me.”
“Me too,”
“I think he did that to all of us,” said the last girl. I looked at her. She had tanned skin with blonde hair. She looked about fourteen. Her eyes were blue and they sparkled like stars. She was wearing a blue denim dungaree, with a simple pink t-shirt underneath.
“So, what are your names?” I said. I wanted to start a conversation so I could stop thinking about the talk I just had with my dad. I think everyone just wanted to stop thinking about what was going to happen to them, because the list was endless.
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Heyyy! I haven't done an authors note throughout the book so I decided to do it now. Anyway, I have just published chapter eight very recently and so you're probably wondering why i'm updating AGAIN but i said that when i reach 1000 reads, i will update two chapters in a row and so here are the chapters!!!!!
I made this authors note to celebrate my 1000 reads. Now you're probably like "Ummm, 1000 reads isn't even a lot," but i've never dreamed of having this many. I only write my story for my own entertainment but now apparently it's other peoples entertainment aswell! I can't thank you guys enough and from the bottom of my heart (cheesy music start now please) i am honestly VERY thankful!!!!!!
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You've Got Mail...
HorrorWhen sixteen year old Madelyn is left home alone, an unusual request comes from a "Post Man" at the door. When Madelyn finally realizes what is going on, it's too late. She has already been entered in a so-called game which Madelyn and a few others...