The rebellion

The rebellion

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My name Is Kiran Night I am 16 years of age and go to Lake town High school and this is my story. My story starts one day when I was home from a long hard day of school, as I was walking I was appreciating the beauty that surrounded me, the flowers in the gardens next to the footpath that smelled Devine, little kids swinging on the swings in the playground across the street, yep life back the was brilliant, I had a family that loves me dearly, my best friends supported me, I was best player in my soccer team nothing could go wrong…well that's what I thought anyway. I remember putting in my headphones and putting 5 seconds of summer on, it was my favorite song of theirs 18, if only I hadn’t turned my music up so loud I would’ve heard the car following me. I only realized it was there when it was too late, when I had been grabbed and pulled into it, and someone putting and gag in my mouth and then the last thing I remember was someone shout “knock her out” and then darkness…
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The MANSION {Madre's Mansion}

The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact is made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides from my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is suddenly activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come to get me!. This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run! I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in a frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loudspeakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically. One of my pumps is gone. Soon I see a club insight with a few people outside. I begin to scream for help when a figure suddenly appears before me. In fear, I make to run in the opposite direction but another figure is right behind me. Next thing I know; I'm surrounded by darkness. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°¢°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Tales of missing children are considered a fallacy till teenage Sonia goes missing... Follow Sonia on her desperate quest to break free... And bring the truth to light

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