The Classified Files

File #3

Name: Celeste Sanders        

Age: 17

Height: 5’4

Relations/Siblings: Older brother

Description: Black hair, brown eyes

           

            The thumping beat of the bass drum and the pounding music filled my veins, adrenaline and excitement running through my blood. “Come on, Celeste!” Bella shouted, just as pumped up as I was. I strut over to her, with my gorgeous strappy stilettos and lacy black dress attracting lots of male attention.

            Bella was wearing a short, red miniskirt, with a lacy white top, outlining her curves, along with a chunky gold necklace around her slender neck. We walk confidently across the street to the front of the club, gathering many jealous looks from girls with their boyfriend, or just hungry looks from guys in general. The wind whistled through our hair, giving us a sexy, windblown look.

            Passing through the door, we survey the club, judging its appearance and seeing if it really lived up to all the rumors that had been circulating throughout the school for the past month. Bella nods, giving her approval, and I follow suit. It was well decorated and seemingly organized, with just enough people invited to be glamorous, but not enough to give off the air of claustrophobia.

            The air was dimly lit, and as we pushed past people on the dance floor, strobe lights glancing off people and making glittery accents on the walls, we separated. I headed over to the bar, where it was less crowded, and people were less likely to be touchy. The bartender smiled at me. Hm, he was kind of cute. “A drink for you, sweetheart?” he gave me a smirk.

            “Yeah, a Sour Apple Martini?”

            “Nice choice,” he winked at me.

            I flashed him a cool smile of my own and turned back around to face the crowd, looking for Bella. When looked back towards the bar, I found my martini was already there waiting for me. Taking a sip, I sighed as the familiar sweet and sour flavor made its way across my tongue. Perfect.

            Waving off the guys that were obviously trying to hit on me, I decided to get up and look for Bella myself. As soon as I got up, my head started spinning. That’s weird, I usually have a pretty high alcohol tolerance. I look back at my drink. Shit. It had been spiked, probably while I was turned around and looking for Bella.

            I start wobbling in my heels, when I’m roughly grabbed from behind by some man. He takes my arm and drags me to his car, where he quickly takes a rag and presses it to my nose. The alcohol and chloroform together were a deadly combination, and very quickly, I’m out cold.