"W-what the...?" I moaned. I woke up in a dark room. I didnt hear anything or anyone but me.
"Yo Jack." Just forget about the whole didnt hear anyone thing. "Where are we gonna put these bags?" I herd a deep voice say.
"Um. Just set it in the...." The last part was a low mumble
I knew it was a two-story house because i herd their voices under me.
What the hell am i doing here? I sat up. There was something cold and hard under me. I tapped it very lightly. *Blinggg* It was some sort of metal rack.
"George i need you to get the rag from the table." I've herd that voice before. I dont know where. Hmm maybe it was my imagination. I slowly got up. This metal thing was tilted at an angel. So i slid my way down to the floor. *Bang!* Crap! When i hit the floor my converse pushed something and it slid across the floor and crashed into something.
"Oh Lord" i started praying " If you get me through this i will talk to you more and i wont be a jerk to my mom, and i wont put hot sauce in Mariett's soup to make her sweat anymore, and a whole lot of other things just please help me through this!"
I curled up in a ball and started crying. Why was i a jerk to my parents? They gave me everything I needed and wanted. What is wrong with me? Just then i herd footsteps walking up stairs. I looked up with a fear in my eye. The door knob turned slowly then it opened. Someone turned on the light switch. I squinted from the bright light. I saw two figures standing in front of me.
"Ah. Good shes awake." I herd one of the men say. Next thing i know im in duffel bag and bouncing with every footstep they take.
------------------authors note-----------------
sorry this chapter was so short. i will make the next 1 longer
