I see the man getting closer, see him grin and sprint even faster. I try to run, try to continue running, but, me, being clumsy just has to fall. The man grabs my hair and pulls me to his silver Chevy and puts me in the back. "Help me, please, help" I screech. I see the man glance back at me, but he's not a man, he looks to be my age around 15,16 and maybe even 17. "Shut up, or I'll kill you," he doesn't look like he's kidding. He suddenly slams on the breaks and gets out of the drivers seat and comes to open my door. Is this it, is he going to kill me, what did I do? The man grabs me by my hair and puts a cloth over my mouth! I feel so strange and then everything goes black. Alice Lacrosse is kidnapped... ...By John, Austin, Harry and Dakota... What will happen? ... Find out in ... Kidnapped Written by: BlizzardBre123

I have always read books and watched movies about girls being taken, taken away from there family and loved ones. I never thought that that would be me.

Have you ever watched the News and Seen kids Getting taken away from their Family and Friends? Yes, We all have; But do you stop and think for minute that it could happen to you? Nope, We don't. We think that we are safe and sound, But we're not. No one is safe in this world that we live in. Skylar Jones, A 17 Year old girl and Her best friend are taken away from their Loving Parents, By some men that They have never seen before In their Lives. But they're not alone. The men have Kidnapped other kids and Keep them locked up in a basement, Abused and Hungry. Nathan and Skylar snap, And they team up with the Three kids their Age. Will Skylar And her friends make it out of that Hell hole? Or are they going to DIE?

Read it, It won't bite. Warning of strong language.

**UNDER CONSTRUCTION - This was written in 7th grade and I'm now graduated from high school with a few college credits under my belt. I'm fixing all of it.** A shiver raced down my spine and the air thickened. The other end of the alleyway wasn't far, but it didn't seem to be coming closer no matter how fast I walked. Humoring my paranoia, I glanced over my shoulder just in time to catch a fist to the face. I dropped to my hands and knees and stared at the ground in a daze. My jaw throbbed with each beat of my heart, hammering the side of my face. Strong hands gripped me and dragged me backward. We made considerable progress toward the other end of the alleyway before my dazed mind caught up with reality. I was being kidnapped.