CHAPTER 1:
AIMILIONA FINNIGEAN'S POV
I wipe the sweat off of my forehead and continue beating the punching bag. Punch. Kick. Punch. Punch. Kick. Elbow. Knee. Punch. Kick. Punch. Punch. Kick. Elbow. Knee. I take a swig of water and start on my two mile run on the track. Once I'm done I throw away my watter bottle and jog to the locker rooms. It's a good idea to come to the gym at 5 in the morning. I strip from my sports bra and short sports shorts, stepping into the warm water I scrub my body, ridding it of the dirt and sweat.
I wash my hair and I step out, wrapping my body in a towel I walk over to my locker. I open it and take out my clothes. I slip on my school uniform. Yes, I have to wear a uniform. I go to London Prep. The girls wear white polos, dark blue cardigans, plaid skirts, white socks and any shoes. The guys wear white button-up shirts, dark blue blazers, black dress pants, white socks and any shoes. The only bad things about it is that I can't express myself and 'The Barbies' buy the uniforms too many sizes too small.
I brush my hair out and shove my stuff into my locker. I grab my back pack out from under the bench in front of the lockers and I walk out of the gym. I walk the few minutes to my school and to my locker. I exchange my ELA textbook, science textbook and history textbook for my math textbook and journals for Creative Writing. I walk to my mathematics class and sit in he back right corner, by the window.
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I walk out of my school. I walk back to the gym. I walk to the locker room and change into a black shirt with two unicorns and a rainbow on it, ripped jeans and worn out brown combat boots. Shutting my locker, I walk out of the gym. I start my long trek home. Once I'm about two blocks away I hear music blasting from someone's home. I start tapping my leg to the beat. I continue walking, after getting half way down the street I bump into someone.
I look up to see a hooded figure. That's when I notice it's raining. My eyes go wide and I hop up, running around the hooded person I start screaming. "Rapist! Rapist!" I yell "Help! Rapist!" the person grabs me and I let out a horrified shriek. He drags me to a white van. "Cliche!" I yell, struggling against his strong hold. The van door opens and two boys grab my arms. I shriek and start kicking the two other hooded boys.
After a short while the boys throw me into the van. A third boy ties my hands together and my feet together. "I know how to box!" I yell and the whole van goes quiet, after a few minutes they start laughing. "Meanies" I grumble "DJ M, bloody hell mate, she puts up a fight yet she doesn't use a boxing move!" the one in the blue jacket laughs "I was too busy panicking about getting raped!" I shriek and they all burst out laughing again.
"humph" I try crossing my arms over my chest, only to give myself a rope burn. "Rope burn! Holy goat!" I yell "holy goat?" red jacket asks "yes, holy goat, in some countries they consider goats holy" I say and they all stare at me like I lost my mind. "I have stupid kidnapers" I whine and they continue to stare at me, making me feel more insecure then ever. I pull my knees to my chest and rest my forehead onto my knees.
I sit that way for the rest of the ride. "Come on, we're here" someone said and I looked up to see purple jacket. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He carries me to the house and sets me on the couch. Once the boys locked everything they untied me. I crossed my arms over my chest and sulked. "Who are you?" I ask my hooded kidnapers, who were all sitting in front of me.
"That's information that we can't share with you" green jacket says. "Mean kidnapers" I pout "we need information on you" purple jacket says, I can't help but notice that black jacket hasn't said anything, creeper. "Ok" I say quietly "when's your birthday?" red jacket asks "I can't tell you that" I said "how old are you?" blue jacket asks "18" I say "what's your favorite color?" green asks "purple" I say "do you like One Direction?" I hear a new voice ask, making me jump.
