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The kidnap

Book By: Andraya
Young adult



His eyes were beautiful. The world would just sparkle in them. And i was jealous. I wanted him. I wanted his girlfriend to just go away. I saw the way he looked at her. The way we flinched every time she would raise a hand. I would save him, I thought. I would get rid of all his problems. but in order to do that, he and I would have to leave.


Submitted:Mar 10, 2013    Reads: 68    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Chapter1
I was running. I from something. I couldnt quite see what it was. I saw lights. They were flashing, spinning almost. I kept thinking to myself, "if they catch us, we're done. I'm going to jail." Why would I go to jail. I ran into a fence and on the other side i could see the ocean. It was raining. No, it was stormming out. The waves were crashing onto the beach ferociously. Like they were beating the crap outta someone, something. And i needed to get to it. I tried to climb over the fence but it was too high. I tried and tried until my fingers turned red and i couldnt grab the fence anymore. I had to run. I had to get around the fence. I began to sprint to the right, but ended up crashing into a brick wall. I turn around and see another wall headed straight for me.
And then i woke up. I sat up too quickley and my head began to spin. While I was getting my dizziness under control, Aunt Clare came in.
"Knock knock", ahe said as she walked in.
"What?" I reply. she walked over to the foot of my bed and sat down.
"Your mother called," she said. "She wanted to let you know that she is okay and he will be home in a few days." My mother had been in france for the past year and a half. She left unexpectedly. All i heard was screaming and and then i heard the door slam. That was it. When i woke up my mom was gone and so was all of her clothing and suitcases. I missed her so much. And i hated her for making me worry. She doesnt know half the amount of tears i shed, thinking my mom was going to die on her own. But she was still my mother. And i miss her. I needed her back.
"Oh my god, that's great!" i lean forward and attempt to give Aunt Clare a hug, but she backs up. She looked disguted at the thougt of hugging me right now. I look down at my bed and then i notice finally. I was covered in dirt. My nails were encrusted with dirt, my hair had dirt in it. It looked like i hadnt showered for years because i lived on the streets.




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