.:five days of torture:.

— prologue —

Loneliness.

Loneliness is not a good thing, and even I agree to this—because although you can have time to yourself, it's boring. Utterly boring, dull, and just plain stupid. It's a waste of time to be by yourself, so I try to always be around people.

Well, there is more to the story, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I'm Alicia Rivera—resident of Westchester, New York, and beta of the Pretty Committee. You may think we're these snobby, rude cheerleaders, but that's not me. I'm just me—a dancer, and supposedly a beauty queen and photogenic. If there's one thing everyone knows about me, it's that I'm pretty. Or maybe it's the fact that I absolutely cannot run (well I can, but I refuse to because it's so tiring and sweaty).

I would be, I suppose, the perfect target for a kidnapper. I had never dwelled on the subject before, as Principal Burns didn't see fit to it—although it's a kidnapper's dream to get a child of a rich family. Someone many loved, and would pay millions for. After all, I can't run away from the kidnapper—and I'm always wearing heels or flats.

Coach Walker, the annoyingly strict P.E. teacher at OCD—he was new—had always given lectures on how self defense was very important. I never paid attention, for I felt there was no need to. Thinking back, it would have been a good idea to listen to his rants, as they prove to be quite useful at times.

Now, where was I? Oh, right. Coach Walker. Well, for starters, he's persistent about how we must always be on our watch. Because, according to him, kidnappers will study your every move for weeks—even months—and they'll know every turn to take, and every step you take. Stalker, much? I wonder how he even knows this stuff.

I guess he was right. Because I got kidnapped.

For five days, I was left with a dirty, grimy, foul-smelling, and ugly git of a kidnapper. Locked up in a house, with only his phone hidden safely beneath my filthy covers. It was a bad week, but alas, I've learned quite a lot from the experience.

This is my story.

an: hi, i think i'll be updating this like every single day (skipping wednesday), and there will be six chapters in total. i'm sorry this is short. c: but it's the prologue, and if you know me, my prologues are always short. teehee.

please review? it would encourage me. c: but i'll still be updating, even if i don't get a single review. c: but please give this a chance.

question of the day: coca cola or pepsi? because i've recently fallen in love with coca cola. c:

um, and if you feel like it, please vote in my poll? it's on my profile. thanks! :) oh, and i may or may not publish the next chapter today. c: so check the chapter count regularly, if you're interested.

*awkwardly rambles on to improve word count*

xx jo