"Mom, what are you doing?" I asked, laughing at how she was stuffing many shirts into her pants.
"Sweetheart, go and pack," Mom said.
"Why? Are we going on a vacation?" I ask, picking up a cookie from her plate and stuffing it in my mouth.
She sighed and said, "Something like that. Now go and pack, okay?"
"Okay," I replied going upstairs to my room.
I pack my favorite pink blanket, Mr.Snuggles my teddy bear, two dresses, four pairs of socks and underwear, two pairs of pants and a few shirts. Umm, where are my shoes?
Before I even start looking for them I hear a crash down stairs.
"We are here for Rachelle Simmons," a booming voice says.
"No! Please, she's just a child!" My mom's frantic voice said.
There was no reply, just loud footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Rachelle, run!" My mom screamed.
I ran towards the stairs which of course was a huge mistake. I'm tackled by a hunormous man.
Ok so if anyone reads these few chapters just wanted to let you know that I'm doing some MAJOR EDITING on this book because i started this when I was really young and my writing has improved somewhat. So I'll be making this book again.
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The Little Ones
Science FictionHave you ever wandered what it will be like to be captured by the government? Well, neither did 12 year old Rochelle Simmons. She was just a preteen. She didn't know the dangers of the world. She was just a little kid, but that's just it. She was...
