The beginning

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Will I ever get out of here? Why are they doing this to me? Who are they? I'm just a normal girl! What do they want  with me? It all started when I went to Kian's football match...

I guess they were expecting more people as the rows of chairs went on and on. I was extremely bored watching twenty-two fourteen to fifeteen year olds kicking a luminous yellow ball at each other unenthusiastically. Well except for on of course. Kian was so full of energy and excited. It was his first ever football match, you see. But for me, it was like watching paint dry

Suddenly, I felt a cold, boney hand grab my shoulder. I slowly turned around expecting the worst. Only to find that I was not getting attacked my a  vicious murderous man- not yet, not yet of course. I saw my best friend Chelsea. She looked ecstatic, happier than me. In her hand, she clutched a huge black box with a circle sticking out. I didn't know what it was and was debating weather I should or would I just regret it.

"Hey! How come you're here, I thought it was your mums wedding today, oh and what is that?" I couldn't help but ask. I nodded towards the... thing. "Oh it got cancelled," she said simply "and this is a camera, I found it in my ex-stepdads room, this morning. You like?" She said this with her mouth smiling wide open and raising her eyebrows up an down excitedly. " You"Honestly  seem pretty happy for someone whos mums wedding got cancelled, and what do you mean 'ex'"? I asked. "Of course im happy, I absaloutely hated that creepy man. Anyway that's a long story I'll explain it all later." She sighed lazily. She was behind my row so she had to climb over the top of my chair to sit down next to me.

"So, hows the match then?" She asked. Placing what was now identified as a camera on her lap. "Honestly, I'd rather be at home doing my coursework." I sighed. "That bad is it?"she looked at me. "Bad? Its like watching grass grow!" I said with annoyance. We shared a giggle. If only I had known that that would be the last laugh we would ever share.

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