"Izzy....Izzy.....OMG IZZY WAKE UP!"
" what, why are you yelling?" I try to say slurring my words. I look up to see Foster staring at me and i can see blood falling from his face
" well its about time" Foster says sounding annoyed. " get up will you, i don't know about you but im not up for getting killed before i turn 17..."
" wait what? Foster what are you talking about? Where are we anyways?"
Foster looks at me and offers me his hand to help me up. " ill explain later but for right now we need to get out of here"
Grabbing fosters hand i try to respond, "o-ok d-d-do you know w-which way to go?" I manage to respond but with a stutter.
"No clue" Foster says trying to
laugh a little. My vision is blurred and my head is pounding. I just want to lay down and sleep but i know i can't. As the hours start to slowly creep by it gets darker and the sun disappeares.
"Foster, where are we going?" I whine
"Eh, i guess we're ok to stop here, i don't think he'll find us before we're able to keep moving."
" who is he, where the hell are we and why are we here."
"Ok well we're obviously in the woods but to be exact on where it is...i have no clue."
Starting to get annoyed i raise me voice "how did we get ourselves into this mess in the first place?"
Foster looks at me and can see the frustration in my eyes.
" well um we were in gym and you kicked the soccer ball a little to hard and when we went to go get it..some guy garbed us. When you tried running away you fell and hit your head pretty hard on some rocks."
I look at him feeling my head " but then why are you bleeding and if we're near school it shouldn't be that hard finding are way back."
"Oh, why am i bleeding you ask. That psycho pointed a gun at you so i tackled him and he cut me with his pocket knife and we went so deep in the woods its hard to tell which way is which."
I layed down and watched the stars trying to take it all in, after not answering eachother or trying to talk.about something else we fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of cracking sticks and someone stepping on the leaves. My first thought was that it was Foster trying to figure out a way to get out of here but i looked over and he was still sleeping. Slowly turning my head i see a very tall man with a gun pointing it straight at my head....
