On our way to his home, I caught my reflection in the water. I wondered if this guy was crazy! I was not beautiful in anyway. I wasn't even the kind of girl to have an ugly face and a graceful personality that Miss America has. I was an ugly gorilla trying to use a fork and knife.
The boy had a nice little log cabin in the middle of the woods.
He looked like he was 18, only one year older than me.
"Umm, how old are you," I asked awkwardly. After he found me, he carried me bride-style al the way to the cabin. It was nice to be carried by a hot guy through the woods, but I could walk.
"I'm 18. How old are you and what is your name," he asked as he unlocked the door.
"I'm 17, almost 18. Tomorrow actually. My name is Amanda."
"Well hello 17-almost-18-years-old Amanda. Where are you from?" I realized he had a very complicated lock.
"I'm from Alaska."
"We're still in Alaska."
"Oh. Well I'm from Fairbanks."
"Wow, he took you far from home. We're way farther north than that."
"Oh, so I won't get cell phone reception?" "Nope," he laughed.
By this time he had finally got the door open.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he said. The door opened and I walked inside...
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The Man in the woods
Mystère / ThrillerTeenager Amanda Glipton was a girl with a dead father, a mother who hated her, a little sister that she loves so much, and the man who kidnaps her. Her only hope is in a boy she meets in the woods. But, is he really the savior she's been waiting for?
