Chapter 1: Disappearance
"Can you believe the year's already over!" I asked my friend Jess. But it was more like a yell of excitement than an actual question.
"Calm down Kiara! Summer hasn't started yet!" She laughed.
"Well it almost has, and I can't wait to go to the beach. You and your family are coming with us this year right?"
"Not sure yet. My mom said there's a possibility that we'll be able to go, but she's not one hundred percent sure yet. Besides, she still has to discuss it with my dad." She told me. I was really hoping she could come along with us because she's been my best friend since we were kids. I can't think of a single childhood memory that she's not included in. Okay, I guess there's a few, but we practically live at each other's houses.
"Alright, well just let me know okay?"
"Alright."
"Now I gotta go. My bus is gonna leave soon." I gave her a hug goodbye.
"I'll see you soon yeah?" She called after me.
"Definitely." I yelled back at her with a smile.
"Love ya lion" she yelled.
"Love ya lamb!" I yelled back. We both had nicknames for each other. We have since we were in sixth grade. It was just a cute little something we came up with. When we heard the story of the lion and the lamb we began to call each other lion and lamb. However, we switched the nicknames around. Jess has always been the tougher of the two of us, the lion, but instead I call her lamb. I've always been the sweeter and gentler of the two of us, the lamb, but she calls me lion. We started the whole nickname thing as a joke. But the names just seemed to stick and it eventually became a habit.
I was running to catch my bus when I felt it. Like a sudden punch in the gut it hit me. Someone was watching me. I took out my binder and a piece of paper to write down something as I was running to my bus. Then I spotted an old friend of mine. His name is Nick and we hadn't spoken in ages. I guess once we got to high school, we just kind of went our separate ways. But it's kind of sad really because he used to be one of my best friends. Anyway, as I was running toward my bus, I bumped into him and just yelled back, "Sorry," without stopping.
"It's cool." He yelled back. Something a complete stranger would say. But that split second when I looked back, I could tell he recognized me. I turned forward again and finished the run to my bus. I made it on with about thirty seconds to spare. I shrugged off the thought that someone was watching me, mostly because nothing happened to me. But also, because if someone was watching me, if someone did take me, then they wouldn't know Nick had the note.
It was a LONG bus ride home. It always is. But now, I wish it would have never ended. Once I got off the bus, a little surprise was waiting for me. A bunch of freaky men in suits walked out of my house as soon as the bus left. I gotta give them credit for their awesome timing.
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to run, only to find another freaky guy standing right behind me. He grabbed hold of me and I struggled to get out of his tight grip. I twisted, turned, kicked, and bit. The biting was the most effective. But he grabbed hold of me again. So, then I just slammed the back of my head into his face and let me tell you, it HURT! When he let go I ran as fast as I could. But then, another freaky guy came out of nowhere and grabbed me again! Again I struggled, but this time they hit me hard on the head. I didn't get knocked out, but my vision became really blurry.
"She's a feisty one isn't she?" Some dude said. I looked up and saw that he was probably in his late forties. He was white and American, so I assumed that he wasn't some terrorist. Besides, why would a terrorist attack just one girl.
"She's perfect! Just like you said." That was a different voice. I looked to the man's left and saw a black man dressed in a tux and wearing sunglasses. He was also from here as well. So both were from America, and both wanted me.
"What do you want!" I screamed at them.
They just laughed and the man with the sunglasses said, "You'll see my dear. You'll see." The white man gave a slight nod and the person restraining me shot some kind of drug into my neck.
My vision began to blur and the last thing I heard one of the men say was, "She's perfect." Then I blacked out.
