Dear Angie (coming march 2014)

Dear Angie (coming march 2014)

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Dear Angie, i don't know know why i'm writing letters to you. maybe in a hope that you will find me, or perhaps these letters to remember me. It was two days ago when he kidnapped me. i was leaving my house to go to work at the coffee shop down the street. it was six A.M. it was dark, cold, and i was really tired. anyway, i was walking down Avery road when i felt two cold hands cover my mouth with a cloth containing carbon dioxide, so i obviously blacked out. This man dragged me to this house, drugged me to calm down my screaming. and he actually decided to give me a diary, to write my "emotions". what a dork. And now here i am, locked in a basement writing hopeless letters to my sister to save my sanity. i miss you, -Diana
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"Would you not do that, Cupcake?" He moaned. "Cupcake, really? We escalated to pet names?" I said annoyed. "Well you haven't confirmed your name, so yeah." He responded getting up. "Fine if it means you'll stop calling me Cupcake, my name's Marie." I told him. "Good to know Cupcake." He smirked. I just rolled my eyes and turned back towards the classroom. "Hey does it look like I was done talking to you?" "Does it look like I care?" I asked turning back to the classroom. ------------------------------------ People think I am a normal girl. That's not how I would describe it. My dad was a CIA agent, before he died when I was 10. He trained me so, I can take care of my mom and I. I thought I wouldn't have anymore issues. I wouldn't need to live in fear of someone trying to hurt us. But then when I came home from school my mom was gone. The only thing there was a letter. MY MOM WAS KIDNAPPED! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just moved to a small rich town in Tennessee. I just wanted to finish Junior year and not have to worry about how my dads job could effect me. I never expected to run straight into the schools bad boy. Let's just say he had no idea who he was messing with.

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