Abby
It was all over the news. A 16-year-old has been kidnapped, to be sold as a slave. I thought the blog I first saw it on was being racist, or something like that, but that 16-year-old was my best friend, Jess.
"Come on, Abby, sweetheart. Jess'll come back as fit as a fiddle." Mum said, uncertainly. She didn't know a thing. My insides boiled as she poured Mrs Jamisone some tea, Mrs Jamisone's son, Alex stared at me curled up on the sofa, but said nothing.
"Yes, don't worry Abigail. Jessica will come back, just you wait." said Mrs J. She always sounded so smug, but even she had fault in her voice. I nodded dumbly, and stared out the window. I knew Jess was out there, being tortured, even being sold now, but I didn't know where.
Mrs J caught a tear rolling down my cheek, and shot a look at Alex. "Alex, be a doll and take Abigail for a stroll round the garden." Alex grinned and jumped up.
"Come on, Abby!" he said, grabbing my wrist and leading me out. My garden was very big, but my the only good bit was the outside dining room. It had a little bench with a bird feeder a few feet away, under the porch.
"Get off me, it's not like we're going to go under the shadiest tree and kiss, we're not in that kind of stage yet for boyfriend and girlfriend." I muttered. Alex laughed, and pulled me down the steps into the "Secret Garden". That's what Dad called it, even though the trees almost poked the sky.
"Oh please, oh please. I'm looking forward to that stage Abby, I'll skip all the stages just for that." Alex said, resting his forehead on mine. I couldn't help biting my lip, but he lifted my chin up. You could probably guess what happened next.
"Don't go all soppy on me, I'm still mourning my best friend!" I shouted. Alex stroked my cheek, in his own world, until I batted his hand again. I was so angry, yet so happy at the same time. And sad, and confused and...
Mrs J called for Alex, saying that they were ready to go. Alex winked and ran up the steps. Ugh. He's so confusing.
