Main reason is I can leave the house.
Hahahahahahaha lies
Shut up.
Since I can walk there, I get ready, eat breakfast (A/n: what ever that is.) And head to school.
(By mom!)
I get my "diary" and head off. It was not my diary. It was a calorie count.
August 7.
800 calories limit.
Got it. Breakfast was lemon water.
800-6=794 .
794 calories left.
I've calories counted for the past 3 months.
I go to school.
"Y/N!" I heard. I only know that exitment for my existence. Lillian.
"LILLIAN! How are you? were you adopted?"
"Last month!"
Lillian had been my friend from sunny side bridge for the past 3 years.
" How is your family?" She asked me.
I smiled" I told you on WhatsApp!"
"Oh. I forgot." She said a little sad.
"Don't be. I completely forgot WhatsApp existed!"
She and I smiled.
"So, what the journal for?" She looked at the 'diary'
"This jornal is like your sketch book. You will never completly trust any one with it, nor do you want anyone to look at it."
Then the bell rang.
"See you in math!"
"See ya!"
We go to our classes.
Mine was sience. (A/n: I know, I spelled that wrong.)
Half an hour of introduction passed.
"Mrs. Whalana? May I use the restroom?"
"Sure."
I use the restroom.
Our period is really late.
Yeah. It's because of diet changes, you idiot.
Oh. Yeah.
I wash my hands and I get back out. Yeah, shocker. I don't go to the bathroom to take selfies.
I get back to the class, feeling the hate.
Everyone hates you.
After school.
I head home. I feel a little dizzy. Don't fucking care. I go anyway.
I just remembered seeing our home. Then black. Just, Black.
Girl you fucked up
That. Wasn't. Me.
Then what? Are we getting kidnapped?😒
...um. actually...
Shit.
I wake up in a chair. Tied up. Ductape on my mouth. I lick the tape, and it came off.
"Ewww. " I heard someone mumble. Obiuvsly had ductape on there mouth.
"Got any better ideas?"
he also must have licked the tape, cause I heard a "gross."
I looked around. I knew exactly were we were.
Gentic Mom's house. I look around to find weapon and a sound proof room.
Ever since the first time she kiddnaped me, I kept a pocket knife on me.
I got the knife.
Cut yourself.
Later.
I cut the ropes. Awesome.
I go over to cut his ropes.
"Thanks. Why did you help me?"
" Do I have a reason not to? "
"Ok, how do we get out?"
"I will text my mom, tell her me and another kid were kidnapped, and share location. "
I grabbed my phone, but there was a slight problem.
5%.
"Battery low, better do this quickly."
I sent mom a message with our location.
My genetic mom came in.
"Wa-How did you get out?"
"Not important." I say, grabbing the 2 guns, handing it to the guy " The important thing now, is you let us go.
We held the guns to her.
I heard a shot.
