When I wake up I'm in a boring white and grey room and laying on a grey sheeted single bed that is soft but the sheets feel like the hotel sheets I've slept on when me and my parents went on trips. I look around and there are three more grey single beds in this room. Each with someone asleep in them. When I sit up my feet are tied to the black bed posts on each side and I notice I'm not the first to wake up because the person in the bed next to mine is already a wake and studying me. To my left is no one just another plain white wall. I turn back to the person to my right and ther are still starring at me. Right now I don't feel like being nice I feel like running through the wall to my left and strangling "my mentor" but I don't have any reason to be mad at this person so I finally break the silence and say in a whisper, "Hi. What are we doing here?" He taps his chin as if thinking of something to tell me then he replies in a whisper, "All he told me was to wait. Who is he?" I let out a little laugh almost sure that we all are kidnaped now and whisper back with a little chuckle, "he told me he was my mentor." he lets out a little laugh too and replies with a half laughing and half whispering voice, "how stupid does he think we are?" and I laugh with him we are making fun of him and i don't care if he can hear us he deserves it for coming in and taking us especially if your parents just died my parents! I stop laughing automatically as the memories of us laughing together. My mood changes from happy to sad immediately and he notices almost exactly after it happens "what's wrong?" he says in a sympathetic voice I reply while avoiding his eyes "nothing" and I try my hardest to fight the tears that are threatening to spill over my face I refuse to cry in front of him. So to let him know I'm okay and to get my parents death off my mind I reply with "what's your name?" in a croaky voice still not looking at him. "Arthmael but you can call me Mel. You?" I'm reminded of my neighbor who's name is Andrew but I never talk to him I don't know why. We just never talk. "Annie but my friends call me Ann." I reply and he nods up and down like if he knew that was my name. "Annie? Like Annie Oakley?" he asks. I know who Annie Oakley is she was a sharp shooter and one of the best she traveled in a wild west show and shot for the show and insatantly became popular and I know all of this because well we have the same name and because after I shot my first deer my grandfather would tell me every time I saw him "that's why your name is Annie!" with his witty smile I can still see. I am a hunter and not so bad at shooting I remember when I had to get my hunting license our final test was to shoot two clay birds that flew in the sky it's called skeet. I was the youngest there and there was like from my age 12-58 was the age range and I was the only one who shot both of the clay pigeons and my teacher let me keep the bullet shells. I felt so proud. I can't think of a reply do I say yes? Do I say no? I decide and say, "I guess. I mean I'm a hunter but not as good as she was so I don't know." he was about reply when we hear a yawn from the other side of the room in the bed directly in front of mine. It's a girl with straight slightly tangled ginger colored hair with freckles covering her entire body. She has reddish but more brown eyes I don't know what the color would be called. "who are you?" and she is looking straight at me and then she turns to Andrew and back at me waiting for an answer. "I'm Annie but you can call me Ann and this is Andrew." I say motioning to my right. "what are we doing here?" she says in more of a groggy and tired voice not a 'if you answer wrong I'm gonna snap your neck.' voice "we think we were all kidnapped by a man who says he is 'our mentor'." Andrew replied. All she says after that is, "oh." and then lies back down. We sit there in silence trapped in our own thoughts of the ways the kidnapper might kill us. Mine are that he will kill us like he did my parents in some way that you don't even have to touch them and they die I bet that's how we will die only not in our sleep and it will be painful. I stop thinking about this because it makes me think I'll never go home and now after I lost my parents all I have are the rest of my family and friends. I can't lose hope especially not now. I need to get home, out of here, to the rest of my family who will help me and take care of me like my parents did even though it wont be the same. I realize my life will never be the same. I feel like crying agin but force my eyes not to. I don't want these people to think I'm a wimp. A tear manages to escape my now moist eyes good thing it's on the left so no one can see well one person can. The ginger covered in freckles laying the bed in front of me so I turn my head to the left so she can't see. I pull my hand to my eye and dry the tear. And turn back but keep my eyes closed so they can't see the red puffed eyes and look down to make sure. About 5 minutes later when my eyes are normal I look up agin and the ginger is starring back at me. "What's your name?" I ask her she replies in a quite voice almost like she can barely talk "Makalea but most people call me Mack." I look her up and down and she does look like a Mack I don't know if its the resemblance to McDonalds with her ginger hair and reddish brown eyes. So I just say, "you look like a Mack." she just nods and turns her head back up to face the wall. I turn to my right and Andrew locks eyes with me and he gives me a little wave so I do the same and it's the first time I actually looked at him. He has a light brown colored hair that falls almost perfectly over his face but not concealing it, it doesn't even cover his eyes which are a bright green almost like grass but a bit brighter maybe a little yellowish but a brilliant color none the less. He is very handsome now looking at him. Sheets begin to ruffle on the last bed and a blonde headed boy with bright brown almost orange eyes sits up and like all of us discovers that his feet are tied to the posts and looks around the room stopping only for a brief second at each of us looking scared like he's seen the walking dead. He finally says in a urgent and slightly scared voice, "who are you people? Where are we? Why are we here?" as soon as I open my mouth to explain Andrew beats me to it, "I'm Andrew." then points at me "that's Ann." and I wave at the scared boy and he follows Andrews hand that is now pointing I front of me " and that's Mack. We don't know where we are. We don't know exactly why either but me and Ann think we were kidnapped." he lowers down to rest on his elbows and looks around the room taking it all in. "whats your name?" I ask "Conner." he answers. "cool." is all I can think of. Then as if on que the door that couldnt be seen on the wall slides open we all turn to look at each other and our feet become free by the rope undoing its self and wen I see that I know that trying to get it loose would be impossible because they come undone by a button we can't push. We all jump out of the beds and look at one another and slowly walk to the door unaware of what will be out there. We all stop at the door way like scared little kids and Andrew begins to go out. I grab his arm stopping him but not making a noise and shake my head then press my index finger to my lip meaning be quite and he motions asking if I want to go first I think for a minute if I'm very quite and I know I'm quieter than any of these people so I shake my head up and down but keep him by my side in case I need an extra hand. We stand I front of the door way long enough for each of us to come up with a plan silently and take a deep breathe before beginning what we just discussed. My part of the plan is to look to the right because that's the side I am on and check for anything suspicious and give him the okay for my side if everything is okay and he will give me one for his if it is and then we will go down the hall and the rest will happen determining what happens after we start down the long crickety hall to my right. We step out of the doorway at the same time I look to my right and I can feel him look to his left and in my side is nothing but floor, wall, and lights the hall matches the room grey and white boring. Everything's good over here I think but then turn remembering I need to tell Andrew that. He is already looking at me waiting for an answer my eyes open because he is so close to my face but then I cringe my eyebrows and nod at him saying "I'm good over here." and he does the same but without cringing his eyebrows so we start down the hall motioning for the others to come as well but to stay quite just in case. We all start down the hallway in tiny but smooth steps that don't make noises but I can hear Mack and Conner's feet slide across the floor but try to ignore it. I don't want to tell them what to do and be a boss I want to stay as their friend and not make them see me as bossy. With Andrew at my side I am able to push on even though I'm almost trebling because I know that if anything does try to attack I can trust him to fight he is very strong looking as is about 5'9ft tall so I'm sure he can help a lot. We are almost down the hall wen we step onto a tile that slide from under us making us fall onto some slide that can fit both of us but he has me close to him so we won't be separated and I remember Mack and Conner I wonder what happened to them. Then I hear a high pitched scream and I know it's Mack, so they where taken like us too I look up and they aren't there and look to my left over Andrew and they are on the same exact slide to the left of us. I want to keep all of us close together we will have a better chance in getting out of here if we do and all we have here is each other. We fall off the slide and roll on the cold and dusty green dotted over grey tile. I am stopped on my back and Andrew's arm is right beside my head. It takes me a while to focus on everything because I'm dizzy but my gaze returns I hear another pitched scream and Mack and Conner fall out of the slide close to ours and Conner lands on my left foot. It takes him a while to understand what's what too and when he does he gets up and says "I'm so sorry" offering me a hand once he stands up and I immediately take it and as he pulls me up which he has no problem doing I say "it's okay." and we are joined by Andrew and Mack all asking us if we are okay. Before we can answer I look up and see "our mentor" starring at us with a smile on his face. "do you enjoy watching us be scared?" I ask they al look at me and follow my gaze to him. He replies with "just a little." and I almost run at him but am ceased by Andrew's tight clasp on my forearm. I don't reply he finally says, "I'm your mentor remember?" in a tone sounding like he is annoyed with me "no! Your our kidnapper!" Andrew pulls me back into line saying "that's enough." and I consider that it is but I remember what he did to me and am anticipating his reply so I can smart mouth him back. But all he does is sigh, you can tell he has done all this before and too many times. We stare each other down until a door slides open behind him and I can't tell who it is because he sits in the desk behind "our mentor" and I don't take me eyes off him because I don't trust him and I think that if I look away he will snap my neck. He moves to the side and the man sitting behind the desk is someone I would never expect to even meet. The president.
