Kidnapped

Chapter 2

(This is Ashton; kid ⬆️)

Michael is 6 years old. He is my very first boyfriend. He asked me out at the end of the year of preschool and I have been dating him ever since. I am the first girl in kindergarten to ever have a boyfriend. There are other boys in my class like my bestfriend, Ashton D. James. D stands for Dylan. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, I think or maybe green. They will sometimes change colors which I think is cool. He lives right by my house.

We have been best friends since I was baby. He is 5 just like me and he's like a brother to me. I love him a lot. Every time I get into class. He always runs up to me and greets me. I can count on him to make me feel loved and wanted. We give each other friendly hugs. He calls me "O" for short and I call him "Ash".

Then there is my three girl best friends. I have known them since preschool so not very long. Lucille Clark, Becky Mills, and Rosie Sanders. Lucille has brown hair and blue eyes. Becky had black hair and brown eyes. Rosie has red hair and green eyes. I talk to Rosie more than Becky and Lucille. Becky and Lucille can not think for themselves at all, they are both 5. Rosie is 6 years old.

There is also more people in my class but I don't feel like naming them all. So yea, I'm done. Then there is my teacher, Mr. Randy or as I call him "Mr". We learn all kinds of stuff like our Abc's and our 123's.

It's boring stuff, soon enough I head home. I walk with Ash to my house, we hug goodbye and I head inside my house. "Mom! Dad!" I yelled all through the house. I find Mom outside crying. "Mom, what's wrong? Are you alright?" I asked.

"Have you decided who you are living with? I'm staying in this house and Dad is moving into a different house." She said. "I have. I wanna stay with you, Mom" I told her. "Okay. Let's go inside." She replied.

She cooked my favorite meal, Alfredo Pasta and garlic bread. It was tasty and smelled yummy. My mom was the best cook in the world. Later, she had put me in my bed and read me a bedtime story. She kissed me goodnight. "I love you. Good night, my little Octavia" she whispered into my ear. "Good night, mommy. I love you." I whispered back.