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Im alive.

Im alive.

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Today on my way to work, it was raining outside. Luckily my I just bought a new car, so i was warm and dry.I was a Hip Hop dance teacher at the time, and i also had a café. Dancing is my life. I will start dancing to many different songs, by just listening to them, but that all changed. I was driving down the highway when a big black truck started to follow me. All the windows were darkend so no one would see threw them. I started driving faster and faster, but the truck kept following me. When i got to my job, no one was there, and the truck pulled up in the parking lot. I had come 1 hour early, so the doors were locked.i turned around only to find five men with guns, weapons and a big bag. They stuffed me in the bag and hit me in the head with a rock, and thats when everything went black...
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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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