Hello, here we go again, you know the drill...so far only Emma and Kim have gotten it right! Though it took Kim 17 tries and a good 45 minutes to figure out...and I will tell you all now, the kidnapper is NOT a violin! *looks at Kim* anyways, on with the story!

Name: Jasmine Lewis

Age: 10

Jasmine was riding her bike on the trail on the outskirts of town. She knew the road by heart, and though it was a bit bumpy she didn't mind. Though her mom constantly told her to make sure she wore her helmet and pads, but she never listened. What kid listens to their parents about bike safety? Its so uncool and embracing wearing your helmet and pads, sure it's okay when you six and starting to ride your bike without training wheels. Not when you're ten and are practically a pro.

Jasmine loved riding her bike out here, it was only about a ten minute bike ride here from her house, so he did this daily. Making sure she finished her homework as soon as possible so she can start riding as soon as possible.

She was riding out of the wooded trail when she ran over something, blowing out her tires and sending her glueing head over heels off of her seat.

"EKK!" she screamed as she was flew throught the air, hitting pavement full on and passing out.

"Jasmine...Jasmine...Jaz, are you okay?" came a familiar voice from above her, Jasmine opened her sapphire eyes and smiled up at the familiar face.

"Hey _, what happened?" she asked, looking around as he put a wet washcloth on her face. She wasn't in the trail anymore, the room looked like bedroom and she was placed ontop of a soft bed.

"You were riding you bike when your tires blew out, I was driving down the street when I saw it happened. I put you into my car and drove to my house since it was closer. You don't have a concussion but you did get some nasty scrapes and bruises." he said, smoothing down her raven hair with his free hand.

Jasmine sniled and silently thanked him for not taking her to the hospital. She hated hospitals along with the fact that her parents didn't have a lot of money and they couldn't afford a hospital bill just for getting a few scrapes and bruises.

"Thanks _, do you think I can take a quick nap before I go home?" she asked as he just nodded his response

"Bathroom is over there," he said, pointing to a door, as he rose from his place on the bed "I need to go do some stuff real quick but I'll come back soon to check on you." he said, as Jasmine nodded and fell back asleep.

So yea, a little twist to the norm...hope you liked it, so please review or I will be very very very sad and depressed...my mother already accuses me of being clinically depressed and bulimic...sigh, can't I just be a moody teenager in peace? Apparently not... Sigh, enough of my woeful tale, review, please!