The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

Shwiney!!!!

Cleo's POV

I was kidnapped.

Let me rephrase that:

A man wearing a white lab coat came and took me away, to America.

I was now on a flight there, with this man, who was recording ever thing I did down.

"Um is my life really that valuable, because I wanna go home" I whined. I had been escorted by several men with guns all the way to the plane.

"Sorry Ariel, but you can't go up there"

"Egypt is south of America, AND Cleo's names' Cleopatra, or CLEO" I honestly didn't like my name, either way, I wanted a cuter name, because everyone said i was short, and cute, with the hair of Ariel from the little mermaid It annoyed me at times, but at others, I loved it.

The man held up a shwiney silver spoon. I took it from him, as my eyes grew large. "shwiney!" I looked at myself in the spoon, admiring it's vast shwiney-ness.

Oh, how I loved shwiney and cute things, they just made me forget about everything but them, zoning me out from everything else but it...."ooh, shwiney!" I purred, bringing it closer to my face. "Me like shwiney things" and after about an hour, the man took the spoon away from me.

"HEY! Creepy kiddnaper recorder man should know better to take things away from Cleo!" I usually liked to refer to myself in the third person.

"Well the plane has landed, we are here in America"

"Cleo doesn't like you. Cleo wants Cleo's mommy!" You are speaking to the master of whingeing, and getting her way.

Spoon is back in my hands.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh shwiney!" Eyes grew larger than before, and is in my own shwiney world full of shwiney things, and shwiney peoples, and everything is shwiney.

The man in the white coat looks at me and shakes his head.

I am one to get distracted from almost anything ever so easily.

The man grabs me, and drags me, while I'm in my shwiney world full of shwiney things, and shwiney people, and everything is shwiney. He drags me outside the airport, where he is hit by a semi, dieing instantly, and my spoon is dropped. I wake up from my shwiney world full of shwiney things and shwiney people, where everything is shwiney, to see the man gone, but his notebook is left. I swiftly picked up the notebook, and see the men in the black bullet proof vests with guns coming. I take the notebook and my spoon, and ran. Where too, I don't know yet. I was in...in...I don't know where, but I just had to get away from those men. I weaved in and out of cars, people, trees, and other things on the sidewalks. People look at me funny, because of my hair, and having no trusted adult with me.

Hey, in Egypt, I looked normal to people.

After running for several miles, probably a full marathon, I found an Ice cream shop, that looked like it's been there for a while. I had lost the black gun men far back, so I was safe to step in, and rest for alittle while.

But what I found was better than anything shwiney.

~Pic of Cleo on the side