Stolen (CHAPTERS 1-2)

Chapter 1- Nightmare

I awake to a bloodcurdling scream- my scream. Beads of sweat race from my hair line to my temple. My palms itch with nervousness. It was just a dream, I try to tell myself, just a dream. I imagined two tall and lanky figures bursting through the white French doors leading to my balcony. They had a zip tie that they instantly secured my wrists together with. A wide strip of gray tape sealed my lips shut as a brown sac hid light from me for the next six hours. I saw a red light and then awoke to this: me just sitting frightened in my room with the blankets pulled up to my nose and my bright iPod shining in every shadowy corner to make sure I was alone- no kidnappers. After an hour of unease and restless sleeping I rolled over and when I awoke it was as if the dream vanished from my mind.

Chapter 2- Not Just A Dream

"Good morning, Mom!" I call as I fly down the stairs to have breakfast with my mother. I sit at the granite island and find that there is two pieces of freshly cooked bacon, salted and peppered scrambled eggs, toast with orange jam (my favorite!), and grape juice sitting at the table, ready for me to consume it. I scarf it down, hungry like a starved wolf. As soon as I finish, I rush upstairs to brush my teeth, braid my hair, get dressed, and study for a quiz today. Thirty five minutes later I am gracefully walking down the stairs and sashaying through the house. Today, I get to see if I made the captain for the volleyball team and if Harvard will accept me! I am so excited!
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After a fifteen minute bus ride of flying rocks, gum, paper airplanes, eccentric amounts of bullying, and talk of things I don't want to discuss, we finally reached our destination- school. I cross the street and eye a maroon van that seems to have be following the school bus. The driver has spiky black hair and a dark blue and orange striped V-neck on. He holds my stare and then quickly mutters something into a walkie-talkie before moving the van to a location directly behind me. How far are they away now? Only fifty feet, but somehow it's necessary to use binoculars to stare at me. I casually walk over to the spiky-haired man to ask if he needs something. "Just a few questions- a survey almost." I just nod and stare at him, waiting for him to ask the questions. "Well, would you mind sitting in here with me? It would be a lot easier, I'll let you out as soon as the bell rings." "Uh, sure. Make it quick?" I say as I stupidly hop into his van. It reeks of cigarettes and the smell of his breath . . . One word: alcohol. I immediately know what a poor decision this has been when he reaches over and grabs my thigh. "You better put you're seatbelt on. We're going for a ride." He chuckles darkly as his hand slides up my thigh.
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Thanks to @ofelia who gave me the idea to write this.