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Goodbyes / 1

I know this is a big risk - due to I could be killed in a moments notice - but I need to tell my story to ensure others like me will not suffer the way I did.

Although, I must hurry or else he will be back.

CHAPTER I: GOODBYES

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I'm Angelìa Ramirez and I am 16 turning 17 pretty soon. Right now I am locked in what I assume is a basement of a mansion in foreign land to me. I haven't been exposed to outside life for a few weeks. I have just been captured once again about a month ago. I've been living on the road with my best friend for about 3 years before getting recaptured. I guess I should start from the beginning...

I was just a regular young and beautiful girl with a family, a nice house, and a pretty simple lifestyle. I was 13 years old when I was abducted 2008 and taken into the International Girl Assignment Association. Let me tell you about the day that changed my life, forever.

December 25, 2008, Christmas Day

"Angel.....Angel...... ANGEL!"

I open my eyes to my 5 year old baby sister calling my name.

"Goodmorning! Rise and shine!!!" She wakes me up like this every single morning and I love it.

"Goodmorning Alexia," I say with a smile.

"Angel, if you don't hurry, you will miss Christmas breakfast," shouts my stepmom from downstairs.

Angel is my nickname for family.

I had completely forgotten today was Christmas.

"I'm coming mom!" I say with a jolly attitude.

I slip on my worn out Peter Pan fuzzy slippers that I've had since I was like 3, and plopped out of bed feeling refreshed and awake.

I scurry down our old creaky steps and rush to the sweet aroma of hot chocolate chip pancakes.

"Morning twerp. Have a good sleep last night? Or did Santa break it to you that you were on his naughty list already? Hahaa." That is my 16 year old brother, Randy, who was the most dysfunctional member of the family.

"Oh he didn't, but he told me to tell you to stop wearing clothes that are tight enough to fit Alexia," I say with a smirk.

Before he could say anything, our step mother was already explaining to us how rude it is to make fun someone older than us, but we were too busy whispering how much Santa hated one another.

We quickly chomped down on our Christmas tree pancakes and warm milk, since we were all excited to see the presents under the tree. The first to finish was of course Randy, then me, and finally Alexia. Once all three of us had sipped the last of our milk, we rushed to the flashing rainbow lights dangling all around the tree. We put that up the night before and let me tell you, it was like being at Disneyland putting up the colorful decorations and watching them come alive in the end.

Our tree was pretty much the only real piece of the holidays, besides the cheap old stalkings that already transformed from a red to an orange-ish colour since we re-use everything around here.

Anyways, all three of us started unwrapping since we were too impatient to wait.

Alexa got one of those horse head sticks with a unicorn instead of an actual horse and the unicorn was actually new, since we don't have money to buy a lot. Randy unwrapped a Gameboy since he's been begging for one for like 6 months now, which I was also shocked, again because we are poor. I was pretty iffy about my gift since it didn't come in a box like theirs. Instead, the packaging was a shiny silver envelope with bold letters reading TO ANGELIA. I expected money, or a gift card.

Nope.

It was a goddamn bus ticket for this website mom and dad came across which claimed to be like the Girl Scouts, but of course much more fun.

I'll be honest, my first reaction was 'Great. Now where's my real gift?' But I was way off. Apparently I'm too stressed and tense to actually ever have fun. That is partially true, but I do make an effort to hang out with my best friend, Cecelia. Going with her to the arcade is just the best feeling to have some freedom. I don't go out often though. I wish my parents would stop treating me like a child.

But according to this bus fare, I had 27 hours to pack and say my goodbyes. I didn't want to waste the money it took to buy this ticket and I certainly don't want my parents to worry about me becoming depressed. I looked over at my parents while they held in their emotions, preparing for whatever I have to say. It's really hard to deny when your mom is giving you the desperate look. I shift my eyes straight to meet theirs, and nod. Might as well make the most of winter vacation right?

While I was packing, I thought about the excitement that glowed in my parents which goes to show how much they care for my well being and happiness.

Plot twist. I'm not happy.

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