Deception

Chapter One: I Hate School

"Ok guys, please turn in your homework. I'm not giving you any extra time because you have had the entire week, so you can just turn in a blank sheet," my teacher, Mrs. Elderwoods, said. SWhe directed the last part of her speech to the table where the popular boys who never did their work were sitting. She glared at them before nodding her head, which was a sign for us to turn in our, hopefully completed, homework sheets. 

I waited until the initial rush was over to turn mine in because I didn't want to get trampled. After placing my completed work in the tray at the front of the class, I sat down at my empty table. 

I used to have a friend. Her name was Kimberly Chalks. She moved last month, leaving me alone. I had really bad social anxiety so I never talked to anyone else, and now I had no one.  

Mrs. Elderwoods was younger then her name made her sound, probably in her early thirties. She had short hair which was shaved on the sides, which was cool because she was the only teacher that had hair like that. She always wore dresses and heels. She was one of my favorite English teachers ever, and not just because she made me coffee sometimes with her classroom Keurig. 

She had just sat down in her chair at the front of the class when the phone rang. "Ella, could you get that please?" she asked, picking up her book. I nodded and picked up the grey phone mounted on the wall. 

"Elderwoods classroom, student speaking," I said. It was probably just Mrs. Evens calling to say someone needed to check out. 

"Oh, Hello. Well, can you tell your teacher that we have a new student, named Drew, who needs to be given a tour of the school building? She can select the student to send," Mrs. Evens said. I told her I would, and then hung up the phone. 

I repeated the information to Mrs. Elderwoods, and she told me to go ahead and go down there. I put my backpack in her closet because I knew it would take longer than the thirty minutes we had left in English. 

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I navigated the school hallways, walking as fast as I dared. Maybe Drew could be my friend if he meets me first and not a weird annoying football dude. That would be amazing. I slowed down as I got closer to the main office, and checked to see if I had anything on my clothes. Nope, just my normal outfit of a t-shirt, jeans, and Birkenstocks. 

I took a deep breath and opened the office door. There were three people inside the small office, and none of them looked like they belonged in the ninth grade. The two offices ladies were talking to a guy who looked like a frat boy. 

"Oh, here she is. This is Elliana Wander. I think she prefers to go by Ella, yes?" Mrs. Evens asked me. I nodded. 

"Um, where is the person I'm supposed to b-" The guy cut me off. "Drew is waiting outside in the car. He has bad social anxiety, so he didn't want to come inside yet," he said. I nodded, even though it sounded strange. Even with my anxiety, I would have came inside the building of my new school. 

I bit my lip. 

"Shall we?" Frat boy asked. I looked at the office ladies, and they both nodded. So, we walked out the door. The only car in the guest parking lot was a tan Tahoe. I tucked my hair behind my ears as he started to talk. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot to tell you my name. It's Adam, I'm in my sophomore year of college. I had to bring Drew today because our parents could not get off of work," he said. I nodded and pretended to care, but really I was worried about Drew. What would he think of me? Would I be strange to him? What if he was an annoying football kid? What if he was a weird kid with a used gum collection, or worse. What if he thought I had one? 

When we arrived at the car, Adam opened the back door, not the passenger side door. I leaned in to look and see, but there was nobody in the car. My heart started to beat really fast. I turned to tell Adam nobody was in the car, but he was nowhere to be seen. 

Just then, someone from inside the car grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me into the car. It happened so fast, I had no time to react. The door closed from the outside. I tried to kick something, but my feet didn't hit anything human. Adrenaline made me keep trying to escape, but I knew it was no use the second my hands were tied together.  Adam, if that even was his name, got into the driver's seat. 

He said something, but I only head two words. Her, and Drew. Which meant there was a Drew, and that he was currently trying to tie my feet together. But I kept kicking him. I was lying on the floor, so it wasn't hard to kick him. I heard a sign and he stopped trying to tie my feet together. 

I was transferred to a seat and buckled in. My hands were untied and just as I was about to unbuckle and open the door, Adam started driving. And I mean no slow acceleration, but 80 miles an hour the second the key was turned. 

My plan for escape was left behind with my stomach. As I realized that I could not escape, an unfamiliar hand pressed a sickly sweet smelling cloth to my mouth and nose. 

When I realized what it was, it was far too late. The last thought I had before the world turned black was that I had been worried for all the wrong reasons.