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So here I am NOT sure where I'm being led.
"Are we there?"
"Almost," John said, through gritted teeth.
"You said that eight minutes ago," I whined, I knew I was getting on his nerves.
"Ted, why don't you make her shut up!" John yelled.
"Rochelle, please don't make him angry, let's just say that when he's angry he's not very likeable," Ted said.
He's not very likeable when he is whatever he is right now.
"We're here, brat," John said.
Ted lead me up what I think was stairs. I heard a door open, and what I think was a woman's voice, "Where would you like me to take her?"
"Room 186," Ted said, with amusement in his voice.
"Really, wow we never had one of those before," the lady said, I felt someone grab my arm and lead me away.
I distinctly heard Ted say, "Be careful." I don't know if he was talking to me or to the lady but I have the feeling it's not good.
Later on in room 186
They finally took off the bag from my face so I could see the room they brought me in. I couldn't believe it! The room was beautiful, a shining chandelier hung from the ceiling. There was furniture that looked like it cost a fortune!
I wonder who could afford all of this. They must be really rich.
I heard voices outside the door. I went over and pressed my ear against the door.
"Was it hard to find her?" A lady's voice asked.
"Yeah, I mean her mom put up a good fight," a man's voice, it sounded like John's voice.
"Wow, it must've been hard for you," the lady said flirtatiously, "What about her dad?"
"He died two years ago in a car accident," John said, "So, you wanna go do something?"
I pulled away from the door, not wanting to know what "Something" is. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Why would they lock the door?
"If your trying to get out just know that you can't," John said.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because you just can't," a different man's voice joined, it sounded stronger and more powerful than John's voice.
The door opened and a... short, bald man with a scruffy beard stepped in. I thought he would look more, umm, masculine.
"Who are you?
"I'm Mr.Daniel," he replied, stepping towards me.
"Where am I?" I asked looking behind him out the door.
"None of your business," he replied.
None of my business? Since when was it none of my business to know where I was?
"Where's my mom?" I asked, a little frightened.
"Your mom is okay as long as she doesn't come looking for you," he replied, looking at me with the most ugly brown/black eyes I've ever seen, "Have you ever been told that you're annoying?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Oh, ok. Well, 186, if you obey our rules you will be able to eat," he said and left the room.
Why did he call me 186?
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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...
