I just started soccer back again today I my legs are killing me. They are popping. This is my escape until next Tuesday….

13

Brooke woke up to find herself in a very familiar room.

All black bricks and barred windows gave her the impression she was in a cell.

She sat up and groaned in pain. The hard damp floor had seriously messed up her back and it was popping.

Ian shifted next to her, but still lay asleep. She inched over to a corner and tried to look as hidden as possible. She placed her chin on her blue jean covered legs.

She didn't realize that she was hungry until the grumble came. She had missed dinner and now she was paying for it.

Her eyes gazed at Ian's still figure. He looked so calm and worry free in his sleep. Man, did she want to be like that. All quiet and still soaking up as much energy as possible. She about punched herself for being an early bird.

All was quiet.

In the midst of all things it was easy to hear the sound of feet approaching.

She turned her gaze to the front of the cell to find a Madrigal there. She had been the first girl Brooke had ever seen, but just because she was a girl didn't hide the family resemblance. Her teeth were crooked and yellow; her hair was deformed looked like it was cut off with a weed whacker; and her smell… it was like moldy garlic pizza that had been left out in the sun all day wrapped in everyday, no wash, gym socks for the Summer.

"Well, we meet again, little smarty pants. Ready?" she sneered.

Brooke nodded knowing that there was no way out of it.

Lord help me now.

She stood and walked to the front of the cell. The lady opened the door and she stepped out.

She grasped Brooke's arm so hard and Brooke gritted her teeth.

"Oh you're about to exhibit worse."

Brooke glared at her, "I think I already know that."

The woman just scowled and pushed her further.

It took about ten minutes just to get a glimpse of light. The long tunnels wound and wound around and around so much that Brooke could actually feel her getting dizzy.

Finally, they came to an opening. The lady pushed her between these two guards that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

The lady came over and gave Brooke strict orders, "Stay here or the consequences will be severe. You will know when it is your queue to enter. First, we need to do some tests."

She was weighed; quizzed, tested on strength, agility, and stamina; and was interviewed.

She only gave what was necessary. No secret information was given; just a simple thing like 'music' or 'orange' and maybe the occasional 'Ekaterina.'

The lady left with a warning glare. Brooke fidgeted afraid but tried as much as possible not to be.

It was about ten minutes until she heard a voice from behind a curtain say, "…and over here, weighing 90 pounds and was here when she was nine, Brooke the Ekaterina!"

She heard laughter from the other side.

For Dan, she thought.

She shook herself loose, "Show time."

She stepped through the curtain and out into the light.

………………………………

Ding, dong.

Dan raced to the door and opened it up hoping to see Brooke or Ian, but mostly Brooke.

Disappointed with what he saw he frowned.

Before him was a tall girl with blonde hair with a touch of brown, sea foam eyes, and a skin color close to Abbey's. She looked about the same age as Amy.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," Dan responded.

"Is Abbey, Lindsey, or Brooke here?'

Oh gosh. Not the name. Not the name!

He gulped, "Well… B-Brooke is out, but Abbey and Lindsey are here."

"Cool. Are you Amy's brother?"

Dan nodded and brought out his hand, "Dan. Dan Cahill."

She shook it, "Summer, Summer Pierce."

She walked inside. Dan was about to close the door when another girl came over.

"Oh. Hey, Johanna," Summer said.

Johanna walked in.

"So," Dan started, "your name is Johanna so are you like…"

"I'm Norwegian," she answered.

Dan nodded.

"Well, the other two are upstairs."

"So, where is Brooke, exactly?"

Lie, said his conscience. LIE.

He gulped, "Oh, uh, she is…over at a friends'. Yeah, she is at Savannah's."

They nodded and headed upstairs.

Dan sighed in relief.

He went back to the computer room. He and Amy were searching on a way to possibly help. Right now they were on her clique me page.

It looked like this…

Name: Brooke Engles

Hometown: Montgomery

Interests: reading, making things explode, learning about the wars, laughing, acting, dancing, acting like a weirdo, writing, talking, sleeping, homework NOT, doing weird handshakes nobody can get right, using my dramatic voice, my Romeo and Juliet impression, talking about books, emailing, hanging out, listening to music, singing, piano, art, hating Kids Bop, doing horrible kung fu moves, and seeing movies.

Favorite TV Shows: Animal cops, untamed and uncut, HGTV, America's Best Dance Crew, Sing Off, Teen Cribs (those places are totally ridiculous '_'),

Favorite Books: OH MY GOSH… The Percy Jackson (all); Harry Potter(all); Ranger's Apprentice(all); Maximum Ride(all); The Took Thief (I am so sorry Rudy); Nerds: National, Espionage, Rescue, and Defense Squad; Time Cat; American Girl; The Time Travelers, Where the Great Hawk Flies; The Secrets of Droon; The magic Tree House; Nancy Drew; Hardy Boys; Bailey School Kids; Fantastic beasts and where to find Them; Quidditch Through the Ages; Swindle; and Zoobreak.

Favorite Movies: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson (though they ruined the characters except Luke), Alvin and the Chipmunks I and II, West Side Story, Hairspray, Nancy Drew, The Sound of Music, Chronicles of Narnia, bridge to Terebithia, Aquamarine, Night at the Museum, Wall-E, Spy Kids, Kung Fu Panda, Veggie Tales, legally Blonde, Hercules, Agent Cody Banks, Air Buddies, Air Bud, The Lion King, Parent Trap, Peter Pan, Milo and Otis, Ella enchanted, Achmed the Dead terrorist, Bedtime Stories, Everyone's Hero, Hoodwinked, Sleepover, The Game Plan, Because of Wynn Dixie, Princess Diaries, Pink Panther, Aladdin, Hoot (Logan Lerman), UP, Good Boy, Cheaper By the Dozen, The DaVinci Code, Yours Mine and Ours, Step Up and my dance recitals.

Favorite Music: Linkin Park, Down, Skillet, Whatcha' Say, Rock, Pop, Justin Bieber, Apocalyptica, Country, Religious, Maroon 5, Techno, Instrumental, Classical, and so many more that I can't name them all.

Favorite Quotes: "A picture is worth a thousand words." "Anyone can draw." And "It takes a lifetime to learn to draw like a child."

About me: my favorite color is orange and my favorite color combo is light blue and brown. I have two sisters so I am stuck in the middle. I love to act, draw, sing, dance, and act like an idiot with my friends and quote movies and books. I also love ninja movies and try to do the moves a lot.

Today: I am thinking about whether I should take Latin next year or Chinese for foreign language.

Yes! Dan thought. She likes ninjas.

Amy shook her head with a smile on her face, "Dan, she is perfect for you."

"Why's that?"

Amy was astonished, "Hello! Ninja moves and movies, making things explode, classical music, act like an idiot, loves to see movies, hand out, and most importantly…she hares Kids' Bop."

Dan was disgusted, "Ugh! Never say that cursed name near me. They ruin all good songs."

"Wow."

They turned to see Summer.

She was smiling, "It's like I am listening to Brooke right now!"

Dan was silent.

"Hey, Summer. I didn't know you lived around here," Amy said.

"Yeah, I do, across the street ad to the right."

Summer looked at the screen and smirked.

"Are you on her site?"

They nodded.

Summer looked at the picture. It was Brooke. She had her hair curled, same beautiful brown eyes, and she was wearing something around her wrist. Dan couldn't make it out because of the glare

"I remember that picture!" she exclaimed.

"You do?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, it was September the eighth, also known as her twelfth birthday. She had just gotten back from Korea visiting her uncle. I remember it clearly because everyone wanted to know where she had gotten the watch see…" she pointed to the wrist thing.

Her watch…. Dan tensed.

Amy took notice and asked, "Dan, you okay."

He nodded and said, "I just need to ask Mrs. Engles a question."

He stood and ran out of the room.

"Dan, don't run in the house!' Mrs. Engles shouted.

"Sorry," he responded.

Summer turned to Amy, "Is he always like that, because it reminds me of Brooke so much?"

Amy just smiled.

Dan stopped at Mrs. Engles. She was sitting in the kitchen.

"Mrs. Engles, do you remember Brooke's watch?"

She nodded.

"Do you remember that it has a tracer chip in it?"

Her eyes widened.

"She had it on when she was taken away. We might be able to track her with it."

Mrs. Engles pulled out her keys, "Get Amy and your au pair. We need to go somewhere."

I got a question referring to a Savannah/Dan thing. Ha, ha, ha wait till you see what's in store. R&R.