The Kiddnapping

Just in class...

    History couldn't be any more boring.  The clock had taunted me with it's sound.  .Tick tock... Tick tock...                                                                
I thought about what I was going to do after this agonizingly boring class was over.  What was  I going to do when I got home?  Carelessly hang out with my fun friends?  Some of them might be able to come over, but then I remembered. I was going to have an amazingly delicious dinner with my boyfriend, Luke tonight.  I then started thinking about him and his short jet black hair as well as  those sparkly meadow green eyes. The way that his touch made me feel. The way that his lips intertwine so sweetly with mine. Just the gentle gaze of..."Julia." I had heard a voice say, distant but still audible.
I imagined him saying my name now, "Julia."  His hands stroking my wavy brown hair. I can recall him always saying that I am very funny but could come off as bossy.  I remember him staring at my pale skin and looking into my bright blue eyes with a kind of look that no one else can give me. This look was one of love. While I was thinking about Luke, my teacher suddenly interrupted my pleasant thoughts calling my name once again.
¨Julia, are you paying attention?¨ asked my teacher, Mrs. Bridge.
¨Huh?  Oh, of course...¨ I said quietly.
"Well, it doesn't look it.  What is the capital of Russia?"
"Umm... Europe?"  I hadn't even heard the question, just the pounding of my heart.  I heard a few kids laugh after my answer, so I knew that it was way off.
"No, it's  Moscow.  You seem to have been casually daydreaming. Someone might need detention, won't she?" said Mrs. Bridge with a cold expression on her face. You think that she might cut kids a little slack on the last day of school, but that's just not in her nature. Absolutely not Mrs. Bridge.
I saw Luke turn and look urgently at Mrs. Bridge then back at me, praying that I didn't get detention.
"No, I was just........um -"
All of a sudden I heard the loud clanging bell.  DING!!!  1:59 shimmered away, 2:00 was now flickering in red on the black clock. "Saved by the bell, but that is your last warning," snapped Mrs. Bridge. I was so excited to run out of boring, old world history. I gathered up my stuff and shot out of the classroom faster than an Olympic runner. Mrs. Bridge can do that to people, give them the power to outrun cheetahs to get away from her. I thought that I had gotten lucky that day, getting out of detention. I just didn't know that it could have saved me a lot of pain. As well as a lot fewer nightmares that I would have to suffer. Mrs. Bridge really enjoys getting every other person in trouble; she is the meanest teacher in school, and no one likes her.  They say teachers like kids with good grades, but I swear she hates everyone that has ever been in her classroom, and for the kids, it's a mutual feeling.  I continued to squeeze through the large number of people who crowded the hallway and made my way to my locker that has been shined a crimson red.  I only then realized that the damn thing was jammed, I was having a ton of trouble getting it open. When I finally did, I grabbed my sparkly ocean blue backpack and ran down the squeaky staircase.  My shoes slid against the slippery, shiny floor.  I nearly tripped, then I continued on my almost completed journey out of  school.  Outside, I searched for my mother's snow-white Toyota, it was nowhere in sight.  I saw Alice Bell waiting for her ride, so I decide to talk with her.
"Alice, your parents are never this late,  where do you think they are?" I asked her.  Her parents are always early, or right on time. They are the perfectionists of the town. There is never so much as a hair on their heads that is out of place.
"Oh, I don't know," she paused for a while, "probably feeding the new happy Yorkshire terrier puppy. I think they love it more than me!  But he is so cute." After I smiled she continued, "Anyways, did you hear the dreadful news?" asked Alice.
"No, what is it?" I said as the corners of my mouth descended downward to create a frown that now sat firmly on my face.
"There's a mad kidnapper going around town recently!"  she exclaimed.
"Wait, what?"
"Don't tell anybody this but..." she changed to the hushed tone she was so accustomed to using from all of her gossiping." My dad heard, at work, that one of his colleagues knows someone and... their kid got kidnapped. They didn't release these details on the news because they don't want anyone to  be scared."
"That's dreadful!" I said in an even more hushed voice as Mrs. Bell's black car slowed to a halt on the road adjacent to the sidewalk.
"I know," she said as she regulated her voice to something slightly above her discreet whisper." Well my mom is here, gotta go, bye," she said as she left with a worried expression on her face.