Grace's POV
All I knew was that I was sitting in a chair with a large plastic hood over top in a room full of people. There was a strong looking man dressed in black sitting in a chair in front of me. I could read the paper he was holding in front of him from over his shoulder. I peered quietly and saw that it was an ID list.
Name: Grace plachenski
Age: 13
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Blue-grey
IQ: 125
Number:A-1-37
I wondered if this Grace pla-something or other was me. It seemed to be a list of personal information but the part that intrigued me most was the "number" what did A-1-37 mean? I decided that I should remember it.
A-1-37
A-1-37
A-1-37
A-1-37
A-1-37
A-1-37
Okay, that should do it.
I shut my eyes to pretend that I was asleep and accidentally drifted off.
A-1-37
A-1-37
A-1-37
A-1-37
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General FictionWhen they start to get kidnapped, everything goes dark.
