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Coach Johnson, the P.E teacher chooses our teams.

The only people I know that are on my team are Julie and Jack.

Jack seems pretty athletic, because of his muscular build. I feel sorry for Grace, because she's with Donna. At least she has Mika, Tori, and a few other girls she's talking to. She's also with Jerry, who seems really nice.

Our team huddles in the middle. "So, are any of you actually any good, or will I have to do all the work?" Jack cockily asks, then I glare at him. "What?" He smirks.

I roll my eyes at him, before taking my hair out of my ponytail, and re-doing it, by flipping my head over and tying it up.

We all step onto the court, and stand behind the marked line, while the opposing team do the same. We get ready to run. My belly is tingling. It's probably because I'm excited, not nervous.

The whistle blows. Our team runs in and gets most of the balls. It seems that their plan was to wait for us to run forward to get them all, and then attack.

I get a few people out, and I get over-competitive, again.

Julie doesn't seem like she's very sporty, because she's running around hysterically, until a ball slams into her face.

That was against the rules!

Coach Johnson blows the whistle, telling everyone to pause. He runs up to Julie, who has blood dripping down her nose, and takes her to the nurse's office.

"What the heck was that?!" Grace snaps at a smug looking Donna, before the coach returns without Julie.

The whistle blows, signaling that this round has finished and that we'll restart the game. Our team now has one less player, which is totally unfair. But we're still going to take them down!

Once again, we stand behind the line and get into our starting positions. The whistle blows. We run into the middle and get all the balls, while the opposing team stay back.

I dodge a few balls, and I get a few opponents out. Jack's pretty good as well. I'd say that together, we're the ones who managed to eliminate most of the players.

Most of our team consists of weak looking kids, and those who can't be bothered to be here. A few girls run around screaming, until they get hit out. A few nerdy guys get slammed in their stomach, dramatically falling to the ground.

"Are you even trying?!" Jack asks a pale looking guy, who gets hit out immediately.

Grace tries to get Jake out, but she misses. He picks up the ball, and smirks "You probably shouldn't have done that, Gracie." Before he launches the ball at her, and gets her out. She grunts before walking off the court. 'Gracie'? They must be closer than I thought. Could that have something to do with why he wants me not to tell them?

The game has gone on for about half an hour already. Donna keeps targeting me. Now, it's only me and Jack left on our team, and about three of them, including Donna.

I'm definitely not ready to lose, and I can see the determination in Jack's eyes. He's so competitive.

I hurl a ball towards a girl with blonde hair, and it hits her stomach. Oh yeah! I do a little victory dance, and throw my hands in the air, like I've done with almost all of my victims. I'm a little competitive, okay?

Jack tosses a ball at the guy, and it knocks him over. He also throws his hands in the air.

Now, it's only Donna. I look at Jack, and I nod, while grinning.

His eyes widen, as he catches the ball that Donna sneakily attempted to hit me with.

YES! WE WIN! Donna gasps loudly, before glaring at me. What the heck? I wasn't the one to get her out.

Our team cheer, and I run up to Jack and we high-five. His hand is so warm.

"I totally saved your butt out there." He smugly grins, feeling pleased with himself.

"Thanks, but I didn't need your help." I tell him, crossing my arms.

"If It wasn't for me, you-" He starts, but I interrupt his boasting.

"No, I didn't need-" He interrupts me again, and we keep arguing before I return to my friends and head to the locker rooms to get changed.


Crap.

How could I forget that I have after school detention?

I take my phone out of my pocket. '2:57'

Will I be able to make it to the library in three minutes? I doubt it.

Even if I do, he'll still probably say that- 'Shut up and run, Kim!' I tell myself, before running as fast as I can, while grabbing my map out of my bag. There's no point in me having a map. I can't read it. I'm going to be so late.

After running around the school like a headless chicken, I find a student. I ask her for directions. I actually wasn't far. I run down another corridor, before finding the library.

I look at my phone for the time, and I see it change from 3:00, to 3:01. I sigh before opening the door to see about ten students sitting in separate tables, under the strict management of the terrifying Mr Young. It looks like a prison.

Before I can say anything, he looks at his wristwatch and points to a table. I walk up to the table and sit down.

No one pays attention to me, except Jack who's tapping his wrist with his index finger and shaking his head, telling me that I'm late. I glare at him.

I wonder who Grace's brother is. She didn't say how old he is. There are girls and boys of all ages here. He's probably older, since we're freshman, there's nobody younger than us here. Oh, well. I'll just ask her tonight when I go over to work on our project.

Nobody is allowed to talk or even do any work, as punishment.

After taking out a pen, I begin to doodle on my hand. When there's nowhere else to draw on, I start to play with my hair, twirling it around my pen, and picking on some split ends.

Looking over at Jack, I can see that he's got his head on the table, sleeping.

My phone reads '3:30'. Half an hour to go.

I accidentally groan out loud. Before anyone can see me, I duck behind a guy in front of me, and put my head on the table. I look up to see Jack silently laughing.

Watching the clock's every move, I play with the diamond charms on my Mom's bracelet. Diamond is my gemstone, since I was born in April. My mom was also born in April. That's why it's so precious to me. Not because it's expensive, but because it was my mom's. She wore it all the time and it reminds me of her. When I wear it, it feels like she's still a part of me.

In a last attempt to cure my boredom, I begin to play with my hair again, putting it in a side braid.

I look up at the clock. 3:45. Fifteen minutes to go. I feel like I've sat in this seat for hours, because I have pins and needles in my right foot. I try to move my foot about, but everyone looks back at me disapprovingly. I put my head on the table, watching the clock's every tick, as I start to drift off.


"Kim? Kimmy? Oi, Kim!" I hear, before someone pulls my chair from underneath me, and I face-plant the floor. At least it's carpet.

"Loser." A familiar male voice taunts, before I sit up and rub my head.

"What?" I snap, as I look up at the tall brunette in front of me. Who else would it be?

"Let's go." He demands, as I stand up.

"Huh?" There's nobody here. I guess I slept through the last fifteen minutes of detention. Okay, I know that Mr Young doesn't like me, but he could have at least woken me.

I yawn, before he tells me "Detention's over." Well, obviously.

"Why did you wait for me?" I skeptically ask.

"Just thank me. I could've let you sleep here all night." Jack smirks in return.

"I'm not going to thank you, because you annoy me." I remark, crossing my arms. I'm about ten times more moody when I wake up.

"I think you are." He nods. I bet he knows how irritating he is, doesn't he?

"Make me." I roll my eyes at him. I instantly regret saying that. Why did I say that?

"Well, if you insist." He grins, before starting to tickle me. I'm so ticklish. I hate being tickled. It's not funny, it's just annoying.

I squirm about, trying to run away from him. I try to hit him, but he's got one of his hands wrapped around both of my wrists. This is the day I die.

"Fine, fine! Stop!" I shout between laughter.

He stops tickling me to let me speak, but he doesn't let my wrists go, probably in case I run off. Smart boy. Jack looks at me, waiting for me to speak.

"Thank you." I mumble in defeat.

"Sorry? I didn't hear you." He smirks. I'm going to have to resist the urge to punch him right in the face.

"Don't push it, Brewer." I tell him, with a threatening tone in my voice, breaking free of his grasp.


We walk out of the school grounds, and Jack starts telling me about Seaford. He tells me about the Blossom Tree park, where there's different kinds of festivals on celebrated events. For example, on easter, there's an easter egg hunt. On valentine's day, there's a love themed fair. There are summer festivals, a haunted house on Halloween, and lots of activities in the winter. It sounds so nice.

I've learnt that Jack has lived in Seaford all his life, so everyone knows who he is, and is liked by pretty much everyone. I really don't know why though.

We walk for a bit, then I see a path leading down to a dark place, so I ask him about it.

"Don't ever go there. Apparently, some boy went down there, and never came out." He warns me, but then laughs.

If I was in the city, then I'd believe that. But Seaford? No. This seems like the nicest place on earth.

"Oh, please. You're only trying to scare me." I laugh at his attempt to scare me.

"Trust me, you wouldn't want to go down there." Jack shakes his head, with a grin. He's lying.

I'm pretty brave. "Wanna bet?" I smile before starting to walk down the path.

"No, Kim. Get back here." He protests, like he actually doesn't want me to go. I turn back and look at him, before he continues, with a smirk. "I knew that you wouldn't."

Even though I'm a little scared, I won't let him get the satisfaction of being right, once again. This causes me to smirk, and disappear down the path into the darkness.

I walk past a few creepy alleys, which makes me shiver. What did I get myself into? Why did I actually come down here?

I turn around, and I can no longer see Jack. I'm deep into the darkness of Seaford. When I say darkness, I literally mean darkness. There's no streetlights, just rough-looking houses and buildings surrounding the alleys.

Although I'm not scared of a lot of things, darkness has always been my biggest fear.

Call me a five-year old, I don't care. But, nobody knows what lurks in the dark, because it's, you know...dark.

I gulp as I squeeze my charm bracelet. I wish that I wasn't this stubborn, or I wouldn't be in this situation now.

I look behind me for a way out, but I realize that I'm lost.

After a while of pure terror, I can finally see light! I start to follow the light. Maybe it's the way out of this nightmare. When I get closer to the light, I can see that it's not daylight, but fire. A fire pit!

Oh, God. There's life here.

My heart starts pounding when I see a group of men wearing black, with hoods covering their faces, surrounding the fire pit.

I gulp and try to creep away quietly and slowly, before getting seen. But, obviously not quiet enough.

"Hey, look guys. There's a girl!" I hear a deep voice. There's a chorus of monotonous laughing, before they start creeping towards me.

Oh, crap. They're coming after me. I decide to follow my first instinct, 'RUN!' I start to sprint as fast as I can. I'm not trying to brag, but although I'm bad at a lot of things, running isn't one of them.

I look behind me, and there's no sign of them. I sigh in relief, but I keep on running, just a little slower, because that does not mean I'm safe. I run down a dark path, because I can hear the deep voices become near. I start to run faster down the path, until there's a choice of three different paths. I choose the furthest one, because the chances are that their uneducated brains will most likely choose the closest one.

I hear their voices loud and clear, which probably mean that they are almost here. I keep running until my body is slammed against something hard. I look up to see that I hit a wall, and now I'm trapped in a dead-end.

The voices are now so loud, they are practically here. My eyes widen. I was right. This is the day I die.


I look around for somewhere to hide. Perfect. There's a huge dumpster on my right, so I hide behind it. I stay as quiet as a mouse, trying not to even breathe. It's so quiet, I can even hear their footsteps creeping closer and closer. I'm going to get murdered. I just know it.

I clutch my charm bracelet, wishing my mom was with me now. She'd protect me. Although she was the sweetest person ever, she was pretty intimidating, and she'd be able to scare these men off with a glare.

"Oh, no. She's not here either." I here one say in a dumb voice, before I hear footsteps going away. Phew! I sigh in relief, before standing up.

Crap! I drop down instantly, realizing that they tricked me. They're still here. I feel so dumb, I actually fell for that.

"I like your shoes." One guy says, who I assume is the one who's been doing all the talking so far. I'm going to die. There's so way out now.

"There's no point hiding, we can see you." He says, chuckling. He's right, there's no point hiding. It wont affect anything. They've seen me. Just wait a while, as I prepare to die.

I slowly stand up, as he says "There's a good girl." I cringe at this. I'm not a dog.

I roll my eyes.

"What do you want?" I demand in a clear and confident voice, doing my best not to show my fear.

"Step forward." He demands back in an angry tone.

"No." I refuse. He can't make me. He pulls out a knife. Okay, so apparently he can make me.

I hesitantly step forward, as they chuckle at his success. He walks towards me, and circles around me, observing me. I look at his face. He's at least thirty. He lifts my face up with his finger, and looks into my eyes. I jerk my head out of his touch. What a creep.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" He chuckles, making me glare at him.

The man looks at my wrist and he's smirking at my mom's charm bracelet. He better not be thinking what I think he's thinking.

"I like that bracelet. It's so pretty. Are they real diamonds?" He grins.

Before I can think, I sheepishly reply. "Aw, thank you! Yeah they are-" I cover my mouth, realizing I just gave him a reason to steal my bracelet. Stupid Kim! I shake off my stupidity, and focus on getting out here alive.

But, no. I'd never ever let them steal my bracelet. It means too much for me, and it would be like taking my mom away from me, again.

"Hand it over" The creep demands. No way. Never.

"No." I simply say, crossing my arms and shaking my head. He takes out his knife and steps closer to me.

"You're a stubborn one, aren't you." I step back, until my back hits the wall. I look for a way to escape. There's two big men blocking the entrance, and three tall, brick walls surrounding me.

There's nothing I can do. Maybe if I'll scream, people could hear me. It's worth a try. I scream high-pitched, at the top of my lungs for a good three seconds, until he covers my mouth with his huge hand and holds his sharp knife by my throat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see your hair color. Let me break it down for you. If you, don't give that bracelet to me, I will have to leave you here to die." He threatens, talking slowly and making hand gestures.

My eyes widen, with fear and fury. Did he just call me a dumb blonde?

Now would be a great time for Jack to save me, since apparently that's all he does. Wait, what am I saying? I don't need Jack. After all, 'I'm an independent woman who don't need no man,' right?

I knee him where no man wants to be hit, and he falls back in pain. I take my mom's bracelet off and put it in my pocket.

Another man hurdles towards me with a knife, and before I can move, he grabs my left arm, and cuts it with the sharp knife, probably trying to rip the bracelet off. But luckily, it's in my pocket.

I drop to the ground and scream in agony.

The third guy comes up to me and tries to attack me. Does he realize that he's attacking a wounded fifteen year old girl?

I quickly move to the side, and flip him. Two years later, and I can still do a little karate. I smirk, but still holding my wound in pain. I stand by the wall, looking at the blood dripping from my wound.

In a movie, this would be where a handsome knight comes to my rescue. But no, this is real.

The men quickly recover, before they corner me, and the first creep holds a knife to my throat.

I've already accepted the fact that I'm going to die.

Goodbye, cruel world.

I close my eyes and prepare for the worst.


I'm sorry that I haven't uploaded in a while. I've been super busy with school, and I haven't had a chance to upload. This chapter is my longest chapter yet, and I hope this makes up for it. Also, I attempted a cliffhanger for you guys. I know that this chapter is a little dramatic, but something like this needs to happen, to move the story along. If I get enough reviews, I'll try real hard to upload tomorrow.

There's 12 days to go until the next Kickin' it episode! :D Are you guys excited?!

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