Suddenly his hand covered my mouth "Don't scream" He whispered and before I knew what was going on I was dropped inside a van I couldn't see their faces but suddenly I knew who they were. One of them was wearing a stripes shirt, One of them was Irish, One of them had an orgasmic British voice and he was called Hazza, I mean how many "Hazzas" with British accent and slow deep voice could be in the world. I was been kidnapped by One direction

**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.

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