Chapter 1: The Beginning
My name is Laura. You probably don't know me, and don't worry, you will. It just takes a matter of time.
Time. That's one thing I had thought I'd run out of.
You see, it all started when my mom, my friends Morgen and Mackenzie, and I packed our suitcases and headed to New York for a long summer weekend. I'd never been to New York before, so I was very excited to be there.
Anyway, my friends were back at the hotel waiting for my mom and I to get back with the pizza.
We decided it'd be safer to take the bus-one, it was already getting dark, and two, we didn't really know our way around yet. We boarded the bus and were on our way when suddenly the lights started flickering on and off. The driver decided to pull over and check it out.
I am not going to lie, I was kind of freaking out when something very strong hit the bus. But who wouldn't? I heard a deep, scruffy voice coming from outside. I had no idea what was going on, but I wanted to find out. I tried to look through the closed window, but it wasn't enough. The voice had come from behind the bus. So, I got up and ran to the door.
"Laura, what do you think you are doing? Get back here!" My mom called.
"Mom it's fine, the door's not even open!" I said, a little annoyed.
Before anyone could say another word, the door ripped open, and a giant, furry hand grabbed me around the waist. I tried to scream, but he held me so tight, I could hardly even breathe. I looked back at the bus only to see that had driven away, faster than what seemed to be physically possible, taking my mother away from me.
And my time.
This is my story.