Kidnapped

Stealing instruments and spanish class

I washed my hair, braided it, put on my clothes again, and got into bed. Marisa did the same, but suddenly the girl who I thought was asleep whispered, “I hate you you know.”
    I wasn’t really sure how to respond so I just said, “What did I do?”
    “So, so much.”
    I fell asleep then. I woke up to Marisa shaking me and got out of bed. Jean was in the room along with Harry, Liam, and Raven. “You look great in the morning, Kayla,” Jean commented.
    Annoyed, I took my braid out and sighed. “What do we have to do?” I asked.
    Jean and Raven and the girl sat around a table with us. “School. You will be going back to school. I have an assignment for each of you.
    “Harry-” he said, “You’re a bit of a flirt, so you should be able to get into the nurses office. I want you to take anything that you can get your hands on. Pain-killers. Drugs. Absolutely anything.”   
    “You want me to steal?” Harry asked.
    “Yes. Liam-” Jean said, turning to Liam, “You’re smart. Figure out the code to the schools safe and take not all the money...just about 3k. I don’t want them to be too suspicious, though they’ll defiantly figure it out.”   
    Liam looked angry and said nothing.
    “Kayla, there’s a certain teacher there that I need you to talk to. His name is Jason Reason.  He’s about twenty. He knows who you are. Find him in the gym at noon and he’ll give you a package that I need. DO NOT open the package.”
    “Or what?”
    “Or I’ll kill your family.”
    “Marisa,” he started, “Go to the music room and take instruments. They can cost more than you think.”
    “You really are broke aren’t you?” Liam asked.
    “Dead broke. I need this. And you guys need me to be happy or your families will die.”
    I sighed. “This does not sound fun. How do I know that this Jason Reason guy isn’t a freak?”
    “Oh, he’s a freak,” Jean said. “But a necessary freak.”
    “Can’t be any freakier than you,” I said.
    Jean didn’t say anything to that, he just went back to the girl and Raven and said something to them. The girl looked mad and kept looking back at me and I wondered why. Dang, those grey eyes were just so familiar.
   


    I felt so bad stealing instruments. I loved them! I made it a point not to steal any clarinets.
    Jean drove us all to the school and closed the door behind us.
    “Do your jobs and meet us back here at 3,” He said through the window. “And another thing- don’t talk to anyone. At all.” Then they drove away.
    It wasn’t our school, but it was just about ten minutes away. It was called Abraham High School.
    “Nice name,” Harry said.
    Kayla and I were supposed to be freshmans- not sure how I was gonna pass THAT off- and Harry and Liam sophomores. We had a schedule in our “backpacks” of our fake classes. Kayla’s and my first class was Spanish- oh god- then band, science, math, LA, Then lunch- where Kayla was gonna meet the weird dude- then History, gym, and Art. Harry and Liam’s schedule weren’t that different.
    “SPANISH!” Kayla yelled. “DANNGGG!”
    “Yea, we are gonna fail,” I murmured.
    We walked into our spanish class. The teacher was a girl who looked about 30 and had blonde hair.
    “Hola, como estas?” She asked. She had a thick accent.
    “Help me,” Kayla whispered.
    “Class, these are our new students,” She said to a bored looking teenage group chewing on gum and flicking things, “Marisa and Kayla.”
    We waved. “Hello,” Kayla said. I hated crowds.
    “Donde estas?” The teacher asked.
    “Um, muy bien!” Kayla said.
    She nodded, then said something really big that I’m not going to write down.
    “Um, bien?” I asked.
    She laughed and signaled us to sit down. “Don’t worry, that’s what your in my class for.”
    Spanish passed by pretty fast and band was next. I took a deep breath. Obviously, I had to wait until the class was over and everybody left. The teacher, Mr. Peston, lent me a clarinet. I snuck back into the locker part where all of the instruments were. For some reason, they weren’t locked? Strange.
    The teacher went into his office and closed the door. I took a deep breath and surveyed the scene. Okay, obviously I couldn’t take the tubas and just hide it under my shirt, and I couldn’t take the trombones either. I opened some of the flutes and stuck them in my backpack, mouthing, “I’m sorry but I don’t want to be killed,” and then tried to fit a trumpet or two in there as well. My time was running out, but I kept stuffing things in.
    “HEY!” The teacher yelled. My stomach dropped. I turned around and saw him speed walking to me, red faced. “STOP! What do you think you are doing?”
    “Running away,” I said. “I’M SORRY BUT I DON’T WANNA DIE!” I yelled as I sprinted down the hallway.

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