Rachel Elizabeth Dare
Hi. My name is Rachel, this is the story of my almost never boring, almost always alarming life.
It started(surprise) when I was a baby,(toddler, whichever) its strange that I can remember it at all, but I
had a run-in with a kidnapper. Who picked me to kidnap. My parents screamed for help and sent
security guards after him, but they couldn't beat him. Someone started chasing the kidnapper, and
eventually caught up. He was holding something that looked like bronze. It was a war hammer. He
yelled "Cyclops!" and charged. Then I saw its face. My kidnapper did in fact, only have one eye. The
cyclops met his foe, but I couldn't tell who was who. After the guy with the hammer looked pretty
much done, things slowed down. I could tell where the bad guy was, so I walked as quietly as I could
behind him. He did not notice. I decided to distract him, so I bit him. "huh?" he turned around and saw
me. Then he made a growl noise and it took me a minute to realize that he was laughing. He stopped
abruptly, then crumbled to dust. The guy who had charged him stood triumphantly over the dust. I
fainted. I woke up the next day and figured that it had been a dream, because I have the weirdest
Dreams ever. My parents let me think that for a while.