Chapter 1

Bex POV

Cammie has been gone since the start of summer break. Liz, Macey, Zach, Grant, Jonas, Nick and I have stayed in hope that Cammie will return. She hasn't and school starts tomorrow. Staring out the window in our room is what I do for 8 hours of the day. Between sleeping at 11 and waking up at 5, work outs and meal times. I can hear the rest of the group playing 'go fish' and every so often glancing at me.

Playing card games is the only thing in the room that doesn't remind everyone of Cammie. That's why everyone plays it. It keeps everyone sane.

"I'm going for a walk" I announced to the group.

"I'm coming too." Zach says.

We walk through the front doors without a word. The walk usually is just walking around the school grounds. It clears the mind. As we are walking back to the front doors I can see a person in the distance. Walking towards us. Zach notices the person too. "Cammie."

POV Cammie

I ran away to find answers. I found nothing. The circle caught me after two weeks of moving from one cheap motel to another. I escaped from the circle base in Washington DC two days ago and I'm making my way home.

*Flashback*

"Catherine" I snarled.

"Lovely to see you Cammie. I'm so glad you could join us." She smiled wickedly. "Now to serious business. Tell me everything."

"I will tell you nothing." I spat.

"Ooh! We might get to have some fun and play some games! How exciting!" she smirked while picking up a knife and playing with it at her fingertips.

Being captured really lets you have time to think. Think about mom, Mr Solomon, friends and Zach. Wondering how they are and what they are doing.

I have to find a way out. I searched the walls from the chair I am tied up on. There's no chance of getting out via the door as at least ten guards are guarding me. The metal room looks full proof to any normal person however I have never been normal. The bottom right side of one of the walls, a small rectangl little bit darker than the rest of the walls. Luckily the ropes are not as tight as they have assumed that their beating would rid the energy to escape inside of me.

My wrists and muscles are sore as I fumble for the knife disguised in my belt. I dig my way out of the ropes quickly and quietly.