How was I supposed to do this?
It was 1:17 A.M. on Sunday, June 20, 2010. I had just gotten out of bed, and I looked around. No one was up...yet. The slightest sound could wake them at any second and then BOOM - I was going to be smacked around like a teather-ball. But I just had to get out. Was it worth it? Yes, I finally decided; it was.
I gathered up my things as quietly as I could, which wasn't much - my favorite book I had the day they got me, some food; enough to last me a week (Which was plenty enough...I hope.), and some clothes and money I found lying around the house.
I was successful at not waking them up at this point. I tip-toed around the people sleeping around the floor - there were fourteen of us, including me, so some had to sleep on the floor. We all were here for the same reason. We were kidnapped. Two criminals and twelve adolescents in one tiny, two-bedroom house. It was beyond terrifying.
I crept around the last person. "This is it", I told myself. Then, he grabbed my foot. "Oh no", I thought. Then he let go, and rolled onto his back. I stayed frozen for a few seconds. "Whew," I thought. I was inches away from the door. I creeped up to it, and slowly turned the knob, trying to make as least sound as possible. I took one last glance back. "Synora," I thought to myself. Then I walked out the door and onto the sidewalk. I took off in a high-speed run, not knowing where I was going. All I know is I'm free.
