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America's point of view
Maxon and I were about to get Brie, our daughter, to her private tutor in music when the rebel alarms sounded. Maxon grabbed me and a guard tried to grab Brie so forcefully that she was knocked down to the ground. The guard was new so I didn't recognize him. He smiled devilishly, and took out a gun! "Rebel guards!" Maxon shouted. The guard aimed his gun at me, but lowered his gun to point at Brie! "Oh no you don't!" I yelled as I lunged at him. That caught him off guard. Ha! The rebel grabbed Brie and yelled,"I'll be back! Just you wait!" "Brie! Brie!" I shouted.
Brie's point of view
I was about to faint! How many things can go wrong in two minutes?! I guess a lot. Before I was taken, I was on my way to my music lesson. Now I'm sitting in a room that even Jillian from Love it or List it couldn't make it halfway decent. I even have ropes that are tying my hands and feet together, so I couldn't even move my hands and legs! I have been kidnapped before, but my other kidnappers were just begging for a selfie with me. I understand. Everyone just loves to be around me. (Hair flip sarcastic) They let me go, but still had to go to jail. Obviously this kidnapper had something else in mind for me. Maybe to make a buisiness great? That had also happened a few times. At that time exactly, my kidnapper came in. "What do you want me for?" I asked though I knew they probably wouldn't answer. It surprised me when they started talking. "You are going to be a normal eight." he replied. I was wondering what he was talking about since the castes were destroyed by my parents. "I can tell by the look on your face that you are wondering how you are going to be an eight when the castes are," he paused quickly before continuing obviously disturbed by what he was going to say,"destroyed. By your parents. You will write a note telling them how we will let you go if they let the rebels have some control and put the castes back up. Then put on the note that you approve the idea." I was going to ask him how I was going to be an eight if they would set me free, but he answered it without me asking the question. "There is a person who will be filling in," he smiled evilly,"for you. She looks exactly like you. By the way, you can call me Smoke. Once your free, don't try to go to the police, because Smoke is not my real name. The police are my friends so I will know if you go to them." Before he left the room he took out a pocket knife and cut my ropes.
I was about to thank him, but I stopped myself. Why would I thank my kidnapper? I wouldn't. I was too mad at him.
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