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Genevieve

Me and Elisa finally arrived school, two minutes to spare before the bell rings.

"The workers at the gas station were really slow, God" Elisa sighed as we both got off the car.

"I can't drive you to your house later, I have errands" She pouted and I nodded. "It's alright. I'll just walk".  "Now come on, before first period starts!" She grabbed my hand and we both ran inside to our own classes.

I arrived at class just the same time the bell rang. I was relieved and walked towards my usual seat, The one in the back, next to the window. I sometimes just stare outside and teleport to my own world where no one can interrupt me. I always get snapped back to reality by my teachers shouting at me that I wasn't paying attention. They are right, I wasn't paying attention.

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The last period was finally finished and I was now walking back home. The streets were oddly quiet, not that I was complaining but it felt very weird.

I stopped walking and looked at my back just in case there's a serial killer ready to pounce on me. It's better to be sure than not knowing you're about to get killed right then and there.

Luckily, There wasn't, but there was a van. A van just like Mr.Crocker's unsuspecting van.

I furrowed my eyebrows but just continued walking. From the back of my head I can feel wheels rolling down slowly, as if it was following me.

 

I looked at it again then it stopped.

This was weird and creepy. Might aswell run right?

I started walking slowly then  I quickened my pace up and then I started running.

"Get her!" A female voice said and I heard running footsteps behind me. I started running faster.

"Oh my god" I nervously muttered and started sprinting. A hand then grabbed my shoulder and they covered my mouth with their hand.

I started screaming but it just only came out as muffled screams. He started dragging me into the car and I started squirm. I heard him sigh a "manly" sigh and replaced his hand with a cloth that has an intense smell.

I started becoming woozy, my visions were becoming dark, and soon enough, I passed out.

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