The Classified Files

File #1

Name: Zoe Campbell

Age: 17

Height: 5'6

Relations/siblings: Older brother

Description: Brown hair, blue eyes

            I was walking back from school, casually swinging my backpack from side to side as I sang to myself. It was a cloudy day, unusual for the area in which I lived in. Relishing the cool air, a relief from the muggy, hot weather we had been enduring for the past week, my feet pounding against the pavement, I never saw the masked man behind me, shadowing my every footstep.

            As I rounded the corner, heading onto my street, I paused to pick up a shiny, brand new penny from the ground. After I picked it up did I notice that it was tails-side up. Now, normally I wasn’t a superstitious person, but something felt a bit off today. I couldn’t exactly describe it, it was like a prickling on the back of my neck, like someone or something was watching me.

            I turned, quickly, as I heard pattering footsteps behind me. It’s just the leaves rattling on the ground, Zoe, no need to be concerned. The penny is just making you suspicious. Picking up a coin tails-side up doesn’t mean you’ll have bad luck, it’s just a stupid thing anyways.

            I was so preoccupied with calming myself down, I didn’t even notice someone’s shadow had come up beside me until he grabbed me. Instinctively, I kicked back, using my elbow to try and drive it into the stranger’s stomach. Whirling around, I knee him hard where the sun doesn’t shine, and swept out his ankles from under him.

            Hoisting my backpack more firmly onto my back, I start sprinting away from him, but he wasn’t too far away from me. Pushing myself faster and using my adrenaline, he starts getting farther and farther away. I kept looking backwards to check that he wasn’t behind me, and seeing no one, I slowed down.

            Reaching my street, I was still on hyper-alert, checking my surroundings for anything suspicious. A white van drove up next to me, and while I was looking away, a man jumped out and tackled me. Recognizing the guy from before, I started to scream for help, but no one came.

            He took a rag from his pocket and held it over my mouth and nose. Knowing that it was chloroform, I tried not to breathe it in, but he held it for so long and tight, I had no choice. As I sank into darkness, I felt the stranger drag me to his car and lock me in.