The Sad Truth

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This is my story. My reality. My life. My sworn to secrecy. I was 9 years old, and was walking home from school. My best friend Rachel was at extra help, and my 2 younger siblings, Neala and Liam, were at swimming class. I lived about 2 blocks from the school. I never made it home that day. Walking along the road, a car comes speeding down. Car after car after car. But one van was going slow, too slow. The next thing I know I am being pulled through a window. "HELP" I scream. "FIRE! FIRE!" I sob. There were two men in the car. One was tall and thin, he had big brown eyes and rosy red cheeks. The November weather chapped his lips. He looked kind of sweet? He's a criminal! I scold myself. The other man is a complete opposite. He has a menacing scowl and a scar above his left eye. "Shut up if you know what good for you." He says, his voice is croaky, so tiger-like. His hair is shaggy and brown,his eyes a coal black. The van comes up to an abrupt stop..

~~~~~~~~AUTHORS NOTE~~~~~~~~~~

Plz don't judge me about this story. Of you don't like it don't read it. But if you are reading this ilysm and thank youu💕

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