So many stories from me out right now, but here's yet another! : )
Prologue…
Some may think birth is a happy, joyful time. One spent with the love of your life, enjoying your newfound parenthood. But for me, it's so much worse!
Kim POV
You know, life was good. I was the head of the cheer squad, I had a boy crushing on me, (he might not say it, but he's thinking it).
And I have a wonderful family. A certain family who finally let me walk home from school. I have waited for this my whole life. Well, only the last month.
Jack was home sick today, bless his soul. Hope he gets better. I'm stuck sparring with Milton, and he's not much of a fight. I could beat him with my hands tied behind my back, a blindfold on, and while I'm asleep.
Today was… interesting. We were talking about a project that we had to do for the whole year. What was it called? ISP, Independent Student Project. Reminds me, I need to drop off my notes at Jack's house so he can learn about our year long research project. I tucked my notebook under my arm, and started sprinting to Jack's house.
Then, a big white van came around the corner. It rolled up next to me. Two big guys jumped out. I screamed as they waved a cloth around my mouth. I dropped my notebook as they pulled me inside the van. My last thought was,
I'm not going to get Jack my notes.