My kidnappers

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   I woke up with a pain in the back of my neck. Everything was blurry, and that's when I started to kick. But it seemed I was tied up in a chair. Once my vision recovered, a figure looked over at me.

   "Yo, guys she's awake," a tall black haired boy said while nudging the others. They all just laughed at the fact that I was kicking.

   A boy with long brown hair, and blue eyes started walking over. "Sweetheart, there's no point in trying," he said as he crouched down to my level. He just sat there for a second and laughed. I was annoyed as hell, who do these clowns think they are holding me against my will.

   "LET ME THE HELL OUTTA HERE!!" I yelled. I let my emotions get the best of me. I was about to cry, and at the moment there were so many emotions I was just so overwhelmed. The group of boys still just sat there and chuckled, until a boy with long, light brown hair came over to me.

    "Watch the attitude, and you are only getting one warning!" He said sternly, I still just rolled my eyes. The light brown haired guy came up and just slapped me hard. I got scared, and was about to cry. But I held all my tears in, it was hard.

      I kicked as hard as I can to get out, but all that did was make my chair fall backwards. I was basically upside down when a boy with cheetah print shorts whom also had tattoos up his leg. He stood my chair up again, and just smiled. They all still just laughed. What was so funny?!? I really don't know what type of circus this was, and who do these clowns think they are kidnapping a 13 year old. And what's so funny?!?

    "Please... I will do anything to get out and see my family again." I hesitantly said. At this point I was a sobbing mess. That's when a 16 year old looking boy with brown hair and freckles came to me and crouched.

   He sighed and said, "look, if you just cooperate with us and do what we say, we will not hurt or do anything yet."

   "YET?!?" I yelled

    "Watch it!" The guy with the cap and yellow sweatshirt yelled. I took a deep breath, and shuttered sorry.

   "I'm Quinton," the boy with the freckles said. He pointed at the brown haired boy with the reassuring smile, "that's Kio, the guy with the cheetah shorts is Bryce, then there's Griffin in the yellow sweatshirt, the flannel is Josh, and finally there's Anthony in the white sweatshirt." I just nodded knowing that I will be able to escape faster.

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