Kindness

Chapter 1: Kidnapped

I looked up at the clock, tapping my foot on the ground impatiently. Two minutes.

"Only a month after Jackson's greatest political victory, his beloved wife died," the voice of the extremely boring documentary droned on. "He was devastated, and went into a state of depression."

At this point I stopped listening. One and a half minutes. Slowly, I reached down and unzipped my bag. Ever so carefully, I opened my notebook and slide my t-note into the left pocket which was decorated with a flowery pattern I had drawn myself.

One minute to go. At this point, everyone at once discovered what time it was, and the sound of paper being hastily shoved in backpacks filled the room. Mr. Matthews, my history teacher, snapped out of whatever land teachers go to, and turned off the video.

"I want those note to be finished by the end of class on Monday when we finish the documentary," he yawned. Well, at least he wasn't assigning it as homework over the weekend.

Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! Finally! I grabbed the left strap of my backpack with my right hand and swung it over my right shoulder, running out the door.

"What are you doing over the weekend?" Justice shouted over the noise of hundreds of students stampeding through the school hallways.

"I'll be trying my best to do nothing! You?" I shouted back.

"Same!" she laughed, grabbing onto the hook of my backpack to keep from getting swept away. "Are you walking today?"

"Yep. My mom wants to pick me up when we get to Kum and Go. Did you talk to your mom about Tuesday?" I had been bugging her about coming over to my house to study for end of year exams for weeks!

"I forgot." Again?

"Again?" I laughed. "The exams are in a week! Are you even going to study for Mr. Matthews test?"

"...maybe..." she replied looking sheepish. I just sighed and shook my head, slapping her arm playfully.

We stepped outside into the lovely spring weather. It had been unnaturally cold for the past forever, but it looked like spring had finally showed up. In the middle of June.

Justice and I walked past the back of the tennis court and headed for the sidewalk. We walked all the way past the eighth grade center. I loved that place. It was so easy and free of eight hours of homework every stinking night. High school was so much worse.

The air was filled with the sound of birds chirping, squirrels rustling, wind blowing, and... Was that sirens?

A police car was very quickly approaching me, heading towards something behind me. I turned around to see several police cars chasing after a black Suv. Before I could even blink, the police cars had circled around the creepy black one, stopping it in its tracks. I started to walk away, not wanting to see what would happen next, but in the blink of an eye, a man wearing black from head to toe jumped out of the black Suv, tackled me, wrapped his arm around my throat, and pointed a pistol at my head.

"You do anything, and I will shoot her!" the man shouted, digging the barrel of the gun into my skull.