Amdantis

I will post this story in parts, each part has around 500 words! Look out for the next part on Monday!y

I live in Andantis, you won't have heard of it, unless you live here. The only people who live in Amdantis are the money greedy men and the children who are taken here.
Sounding complicated? Let me explain it from the beginning!
It's all over the news, countries every where are in fear of the children's lives. Every day at least 200 children are stolen from various countries and take to a small island in the south pacific called Amdantis. When the children arrive we are put in cages in a big warehouse with a little bit of food and the men who live here come and buy us, the they train, feed, trade an race us, we are like pets.
Now, it's so rude of me! I need to introduce myself! My name is Pulse, I was taken here four years ago, I now live at home with my parents, here is my story starting from the very day I woke up on the day I was captured.

It was just a normal day, I got up, dressed into my purple tights, mini denim shorts, knotted shirt and converses! I went down stairs avoiding my unreliable squeaky floor boards as I crept down the stairs to have breakfast, I couldn't be bothered to heat up milk for cereal so I just had a cup of coffee and some toast. It was 7:00am, I had 30 minutes until I had to be at the bus stop, that means I had 5 minutes for breakfast, 10 minutes to do my hair, makeup and brush my teeth and 15 minutes to get to the bus stop! My breakfast was gone in two minutes and I had jam from my toast all round my face, a quick wash then time for my makeup, I find if you do a quick job is looks more natural, so I just splashed on some eye shadow, lip gloss, mascara an foundation because I have really pale skin!
My bus ride was no different to any other, I had to sit next to Andrew who doesn't shut up the whole journey, but I had worse things to come.
My first lesson was French, we had a cover teacher today. His name was Mr Walton, he spoke with an Irish accent and wore a scruffy suit. Mr Walton's first question was odd. "who is a good runner?" I raised my hand because I am a good runner, Phoebe, Megan and Lilly also put up their hand, the supply teacher nodded slyly as we slowly lowered our arms.
"I want you four that raised your hands to stand outside for a moment, my colleague will deal will you. We hadn't done any thing wrong but we still went outside, an evil looking land stood by the door and rubbed his hands with glee when we stepped out of the classroom, I didn't like the glint in his eye.....,,