Kidnapped

Pony Rides and Guns

I liked the Grand Canyon. It was cool. I went there once when I was like eight and saw a squirrel almost commit suicide by jumping off. Scary stuff.

    We drove for a long time more, and I slept for a while and munched on my Twix bar. When I woke up, I was resting on Liam’s chest and feeling his chest slowly move up and down. I stayed like that for a while, loving how it felt.

    Finally, Liam moved and I looked up at him. We kissed for a while, until Kayla and Harry woke up and looked at up. I waved, “Hello.”

    Kayla raised her eyebrows at me and I shrugged.

    Gage snored SOOO LOUD. It was ridiculous. Incredibly, Jean stayed awake for the whole five hours- he looked freaked out ever since the guys came to freak him out. Finally, he said, “We’re here,” And everybody rubbed their eyes and stretched.

    The view was seriously amazing. The sun was just rising and glowed against the HUGE canyon looming in front of us. It was gorgeous. We parked in the parking lot and I looked around at the tour guide station and all of the people taking pictures of themselves doing poses and looking at maps.

    We walked around for a while, not doing much, but then I saw a man holding ponies and screamed.

    “WE HAVE TO GO ON A PONY RIDE!” I screamed. Jean sighed, but I got him to pay the guy and we all rode ponies in the grand canyon. Fun fun.

    Just saying, I got the prettiest pony. He was dark brown with a white muzzle.

    “I named him Dash,” I said, nodding.

    Kayla was riding a white one with spots all over. “I named mine Spot.”

    I looked at Jean and burst out laughing. He looked petrified. He was riding the smallest one, a little palomino mare, and was clutching on to her like there was no tomorrow and looked like he was going to pass out.

    “Jean, what’s your prob?” I asked.

    “I......hate.......ponies.....” He said.

    “Why???” Kayla asked.

    “Bad memories,” He said, shaking his head. The pony returned his behavior with a little buck, which made him scream out and made us all crack up. I could actually stand Jean now, weird. But he still wasn’t on my top ten when it came to favorite people.

    We came back out of the canyon, and Kayla and I were the only ones that looked like we had fun. Both Liam and Harry’s had took a dump in the middle of the road. Hahah.

    But our smiles faded when we saw who was standing in front of us.

    The guys from the gas station.

    Jean was not having a good day.

    And, to top it off, they pulled out guns. I looked around- where had all the tourists gone???

    “RUN!” Jean shouted, and we did so. Kayla and Harry ran one way, Liam and me the other, and everyone else scattered.

    The gunshots started. I ran right beside a tree and heard a bullet wiz by my ear. Holyyy crap.

    I looked back and saw Jean fighting the main guy. He had managed to knock the gun out of his hand.

    I looked around- while still running like hell- and saw Harry- running in the wrong direction. Oh my god, he was running to the guy!

    “Harry, stop!” I screamed. I heard Kayla screaming too.

    The guy pointed the gun at Harry.