Where am I?
"She's awake," a man's voice said.
"I can see. I have eyes too, you know," a second man's voice replied, "You awake?"
"You have eyes don't you?" I reply.
"Haha, very funny. So she's a smarty pants," the 2nd man replied, "You better watch your mouth, Little Missy."
My name's not Missy. I almost said but didn't, because I knew It would get me in trouble.
"We're almost there John," the 1st man said.
"OK, let's get this thing outta here," the 2nd man, John, said.
Did he actually just call me a thing. Last time I checked I was a human being.
"Get out Missy," John said.
"W-where are you taking me?" I stuttered.
"Someplace you may or may not like," he replied.
"May you at least take this thing off my face?" I asked, somewhat politely.
"Oh, what happened to miss smarty pants?" John asked, "Mr.Daniel doesn't want it taken off yet."
"Who's Mr.Daniel?" I asked, blindly stepping out of...What? A car? A van? An alien ship?
The last one was more likely. But I thought that aliens would speak another language. Like gibberish or something.
"Watch your step," the other man replied, grabbing my arm, or at least I think it was him.
"What's your name?" I asked politely.
"My name is Ted," he replied.
"Hi, Ted. My name is Rochelle," I replied smiling.
"Can we please stop the chit chat and get to walking?" John said, as we resumed walking.
While Ted told me where to step, John was somewhere else. Which was good.
We walked up some kind of stairs. I don't know what kind because well, I can't see.
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The Little Ones
Fiksi IlmiahHave 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...
