Kidnapped

Chapter One: 1:02 AM, Naperville IL THE PARK

    Me and my friend were so bored that we would hit each other in the head with a lamp for amusement. Kayla sat next to me listening to Stephen Jerzak- a singer that she had pushed into my head- but i didn't mind. He was really cute! Of course, Kayla was the weirdest person I had ever met. She had brown long hair and brown eyes.
    “You know what,” I huffed as she explained her ginormous score on Temple Run. Kayla laughed and concentrated on her iPhone. We were in her room- teal, Tiffany and Company themed. I swung my feet back and forth on her big bed.
    “We should go do something,” I suggested.
    “FIND A PANDA!!!!” Kayla shouted.
    “Panda’s don’t live in Minnesota, Kayla,” I laughed. We didn’t live in Minnesota- but it was a joke.
    It was one in the morning and we were high on sugar from rice Krispies.
    “YES THEY DO!” Kayla argued. “Anyway, do you want to go to the park?”
    “At...” I looked at the clock on my red phone. “One-o-two in the morning?”
    “Why not!” Before i could argue, my friend was up and getting on her grey UGGS.
    I followed her out the door. “This should be interesting.” 


    Marisa was a little nervous while we were walking to the park. We decided that we were going to go to out old elementary school park, because it was the closest.
    She began twirling as we walked, “Put on some music.”    Her long, but not quite as long as mine hair swung behind her. It was a cross between brown and blonde, with a little bit of both in it.
    I gave my iPhone to her so that she could pick a song, something I rarely did, and she squealed, her green eyes shining and began scrolling. I couldn’t see the spray or freckles across her nose, but I knew that it was there.
    “Party like your single” ran through the air, and I began skipping down the pavement to get to the park faster.
    When we got there she ran straight for the swings and began to pump. I did the same and when we were at the same height at the same time she screamed, “WE’RE MARRIED!”
    I sighed, “I wish that I was married to Steven Jerzak.”
    She giggled, “We should go see him. I think he’s coming to Chicago.”
    I nodded and jumped off the seat and into the darkness. Marisa sighed, “I wish I could write songs. Trust me---I’ve tried...and no.”
    I laughed, “At least you can play the piano. I brake every instrument that I touch.”
    She, as usual, argued, “You could play an instrument!”
    I shrugged, “Nah. But I don’t care. At least I don’t think that boxes shoot people.”
    Her mouth fell open, but she was laughing, “At least I don’t think that Panda’s live in Minnesota!”
    I laughed, but it vanished into the air when I saw a shilloute walk towards us.