It was about 9:30 when 18 year old, Emma Smith had blacked out in the parking lot of Super-foods, her current job. It all started at five o'clock this morning when she had gotten up for work. Emma had gotten a cup of coffee ready, she liked it with two spoons of sugar and one creame. After she had spent ten minutes drinking coffee, she headed to the bathroom, When she had finished her buisness, she brushed her, half shaved, brown hair and teeth and put on a small amount of cover-up.
The 18 year old strolled into her room and rummaged through her drawers and pulled out her puke green and mustard yellow uniform. After this, she grabbed her keys and headed out the door and hopped into her red Volkswagon Beetle.
When she had gotten to work, she had this strange feeling, like she was being watched. Emma had gotten to the doors of the supermarket and noticed three men, staring at her. One, most likey the leader had rediculous side burns and was quite... noticible. The next one had a beige beany on his head, almost covering his eyes, and was very thin. The last was a 'surfer,' he had shaggy blond hair, and with the way his shirt was huging him, a nice body to boot. She shaked her head, it was probably nothing.
Emma had gotten to the deli section and started her shift, being caught up with custumers and coworkers, she had forgotten about the men, surfer dude, dummy and leader, as she had dubbed them. She was so busy, she hadn't even notice the leader 'reading' magazines, surfer dude checking out bead necklaces, or dummy coming up to the counter with a submarine sandwich.
"Hello, I'm Emma can I help you today sir?" The girl asked, then paused when she saw who it was.
"Yes Ma'am, I would like to buy this, please!" Dummy had said loudly. She smiled wairly and rang up the sub.
"Three thrity-five please." The man just looked at her funny. "I need your mney sir," Emma started to get impatient. Just then, a calloused hand had slapped five dollers onto the counter.
"Like, Sorry miss, We think he has brain damage, or something." It was surfer dude. She nodded and said it was no problem. The two men had walked away to join the leadrer of their group, they were almost out of earshot when she over heard them.
"Like she's the girl man, the one we're looking for."
"Hush, you idiot! She might hear you."
She's the girl? The one we're looking for? What does that mean? Emma thought.
As The day went on, she couldn't get what Surfer dude said out of her head. What if they were going to kidnapp her, or worse!
Emma's shift ended at ten but, by nine twenty, she had wanted to go home. She finnished up cleaning down her counter and told her boss she was leaving work early due to a stomach and headache. She strolled out the doors and began walking to her car, on the other side of the parking lot. Great, She thought, Hopefully those guys left.
As Emma walked she not only heard her own footsteps, but those of others behind her. Crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP. Please don't be those guys, please God! Emma had pleaded but, it failed as she was hit over the head. She faintly heard one of the men mummble something along the lines of, don't woory, we won't hurt you. Then She had blacked out.