The Black Cougars book 1 (sneak peek)

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Lauren. I am fifteen years old. My friends call me - well that's not important right now. What's important is that I tell you what happened to get me here, with these people. This is my story.

     One day I was walking home from school on some railroad tracks. It was about 3:45. I was wearing a lilac tank dress that came down to my knees with shiny black shoes and light gray leggings. My black hair was flowing down my tie-dye backpack and I was listening to Katy Perry with my white earbuds.

     I was just minding my own business, walking along the tracks, looking at the clouds in the sky with my brown eyes, when a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I stopped walking and took one earbud out.

     "Hello?" I called out. "Is anyone there?"

     No response.

     I continued walking cautiously with one earbud out. It occurred to me that I had never taken this route before. I kept walking cautiously.

     Suddenly, two boys of about sixteen wearing black leather jackets, white shirts, and black jeans came up and grabbed me by the arms. Both of them were blonde, but one of them was a dirty blonde with hazel eyes and a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck, and the other had brown hair near the bottom and blonde on the top with brown eyes. He was wearing a black bandana tied around his forehead.

     "Hey!" I screamed, struggling to break free, "Let me go!"

     They put me into the back of a yellow classic convertible and both got into the front. We drove for a while until the sun started to set. Then, we stopped and they grabbed me again. We walked for about fifteen minutes, and I was struggling the whole time.

     We finally got to an area where a group of kids that were about sixteen to seventeen were standing near a fire in a trash can. It was dark by the time we got there. There was an old, beaten up, rusty truck sitting next to them. They were laughing, and then they looked up at me and my captures. They were all wearing the same thing as the boys who took me.

     One of the boys in the group looked about seventeen. He had ginger hair that swept to the side so his left eye was covered. He had freckles and hazel eyes. He had a tiny gold hoop earring (like the one that Mr. Clean wears) in his right earlobe and a lollipop stick in his mouth. He turned to the people who took me as they brought me into the clearing.

     "Blade, Mangle. Let the poor girl go."

     They looked at me with disgust and reluctantly took their hands off of me and joined the group.

     The ginger studied me for a second and without looking away from me, asked, "What's the deal?" He was obviously talking to my captures. "What's this goody-two shoe doing here?" He gestured at me.

     The boy with the dirty blonde hair that took me said, "We found her walking on the railroad tracks. We didn't know what you would want us to do, so we took her back here."

     The ginger walked closer to me. He said, "Look, kid. The railroad tracks all the way back to here is our territory. You already know that we're here so . . . you're with us now." He turned around. As he was walking back, he looked over his shoulder and said, "Oh, and stop wearing such goody-two shoe clothes. You're gonna get hurt that way."

     The ginger got back to the group, turned towards me, and put his arm around a blonde girl with freckles and brown eyes who looked about sixteen. Then he turned to the boy with the brown hair on the bottom and blonde hair on the top who took me. "Blade, won't you get this nice girl some clothes?"