I was the last of us to leave. All of us in single file, leaving the (now dark) theater. We had ten minutes to get to our next classes. In front was Tyler, then Lillian, then Shellie, then Zach, and lastly me. I closed the door behind me as we left, locking it with the keys and turning around to catch up with everyone else. When I was across the hallway from everyone else, I felt something cold behind me. I turned around and then a hand went around my mouth. Wait. No. A hand and something that felt like a rag. Everything happened to fast. All I know is I was thrown into the janitors room and midway through that experience and trying to scream, everything went black. The last thing I smelled was a strange alcohol.
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When I opened my eyes I gazed around, confused. Where am I? I thought. I went to sit up and then realized, I was sitting in a trunk. "Hello!?" I looked at the doors that led out to the asphalt. I got up felt my feet knotted up. There was a rope that tied my legs together and one for my arms. I shuffled over to the door and tried letting myself out. The door was locked.
Who the heck would want to kidnap a me? I'm pretty much useless...
The thought of me dying in the back of a van made me realize how Shellie felt when we took the elevator to the other rooms at school. She had claustrophobia and never liked tight places, (Explains why.)
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Story of my Life
FanfictionAaliyah is a freshman in high school and she isn't any different from the crowd. Well, not until she learns of her other abilities other than her love for biochemistry. Aaliyah and her friends all get... well, their "powers" one specific night. Afte...
