Trapped

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        Alison Garroway is just a normal american teenager. But when here friend is kipnapped, her world turns around. And why is she recieving these wierd messages? Where is everyone??? 

                                                                                 Ally's POV

 

        I sighed angrily and ran upstairs, only to slam my bedroom door. I love my parents so much, but why is this happening? "Alison Alexandra Garroway, get back down here this instant!" I hear my Mom yell. I walk downstairs slowly, and my parents' eyes are on me. "What????" I say, exasperated. I sit down in my favorite chair. It's from my grandparents house, and they died when I was fifteen. I love this  chair because it smells like them and is worn and comfy. My parents give me "the talk" fo rthe millionth time. It's all about how even though times are getting tough, they love me and eachother and things will get better. But I don't see how that's true because they are always fighting.

        I nod my head slowly and tell my parents I love them. That's the only lie I haven't told today. I collapse ont o my bed and grab my phone. "Hi what's up?" I text my best friends, Natalie and Eden. Eden texts back "Nm wbu?" and I say "nothing really. im bored. wanna meet at Church st?". Eden says "ok" and then i respond with "ok ill call natalie, meet u there at 12." 

        Beep, Beep, Beep, Boop, Boop, Beep, are the familar noises of my old phone as I dial Natalie's number. "Hey what's up?" I say. "Nothing much... Uhm can i call you back later? Im kind of busy" she says slowly. "Uhh... sure but I was wondering if you wanted to go down to church street pizza for lunch." I say. "Sorry, I cant. Can we talk later?". "Okay" I say. I shut my phone and grab my bag.

        I walk up to church street looking cute. A couple of cute guys cat call to me and I blush. I was wearing a floral crop top with some low riding jean shorts. My makeup was simple, just a bit of concealer, blush, mascara and eyeliner. I sit down on the bench up front. Where's Eden? About two minutes later, she walks up in a flowy tank top and high waisted shorts. Fashionably late of course.

    "Heyyy." she says. "Hi" I say. "Guess what?" she said with a huge grin. "What?" I said smiling. I knew what she was gonna tell me. Probably that she had a huge texting session that lasted hours with her crush, who was also my crush, Chad. I tried not to be jealous. There was no denying that Chad was hot. He has sandy blonde hair that is always gelled into a gentleman like fashion. It is adorable. He aso has these intense, beautiful, bright blue eyes that make me love him even more. He has the sweetest personality, and he's pretty funny. I could talk to him for hours. He is also a basketball star, and has a nice body.

        "It was so fun!" she says. "What, sorry I zoned out". I said. "What, are you thinking about Chad?" she says with a smirk. "What do you think?" I said, punching her in the arm. "Haha..." she laughed. "So what were you saying?" I asked her. Eden laughed again, then said, "Oh I just wanted you to know, that I went on a date with Chad".

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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