Kidnapped
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Three girls from completely different crowds, one dark night, and a kidnapper. That's all it takes to ruin a life, or a few lives. Clairissa Hastings, the perfect girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and pretty smile. She had good grades, a cute boyfriend and her whole life planed. Kenzie Wind was a blonde haired, green eyed shy girl who got good grades. She spent most of her time writing or hanging out with her boyfriend. Ruby Sprouse was a wild card. She liked to refer to herself as an "edgy lesbian" and her style really defined that. She was a brunette, self proclaimed emo, with blue eyes. One fateful night and a white van. They were gone for four months, and now they are back? What really happened? Who really took them? Or were they even kidnapped at all?
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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