Chapter 1
"Kidnapping"
"I hate life!" I yelled.
"Come on, Lin, it's not that bad," said Alex, my best guy friend.
"You have no idea," I said.
"Even I have taken the SAT's and it's not that bad," said Alex.
"Well, here's my stop. I've got to go. Talk to you later," said Alex as he walked into his house.
I stood there and watched him for a minute. I was in trouble, again by my parents. My boyfriend was gone and I was alone, again. It was senior year for me and then I was off but unfortunately, I couldn't wait that long. I wanted out now. I just wanted to find some sort of escape. I hated life and I wanted out.
I started walking home, to my confinement until I memorized my SAT book. My parents wanted my to get into NYU. My SAT scores landed me just short of a scholarship. I had studied for hours but it wasn't good enough, not to my parents.
I walked into the door. I hated this part of my day. I took off my normal Hard Rock Café hat and walked up the stairs to my room. I placed it on my lamp of my blue room. I wanted it to add a few more decorations but unfortunately, I didn't have the time to. Not with SAT's a few days a head.
I opened my books and started on my homework. Homework and studying was all I had time for. I hated the thought of all these books to look at. I hated them all. I wanted freedom but I was getting was books and that was it. I looked outside and I wondered what those turtles that have been reported in the city were up to. It had to be more fun than sitting here and looking at words that will mean nothing to you once the test is over.
Just then I heard a crash coming from downstairs. I jumped. I ran out of my room, thinking that my cat, Meffy, knocked over the lamp. I didn't go farther than the top of the stairs when I heard some voices.
"She's in here some where," said one voice.
"Yea, she may be up in her room," said another.
I was the only one home. I knew that they had to mean me. I ran back into my room. I shut the door slowly so that no one would hear the door shut. I locked it slowly and called 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" asked the operator.
"Help me, someone's after me, they're in my house," I said nervously.
"Do you have any idea why?" asked the operator.
"No, I don't," I said.
"What's your name?" asked the operator.
"Linnea," I answered truthfully.
"Where do you live?" she asked.
I was about to speak when suddenly; the door was broken down. I screamed and never got a chance to answer her question.
"Kidnapping"
"I hate life!" I yelled.
"Come on, Lin, it's not that bad," said Alex, my best guy friend.
"You have no idea," I said.
"Even I have taken the SAT's and it's not that bad," said Alex.
"Well, here's my stop. I've got to go. Talk to you later," said Alex as he walked into his house.
I stood there and watched him for a minute. I was in trouble, again by my parents. My boyfriend was gone and I was alone, again. It was senior year for me and then I was off but unfortunately, I couldn't wait that long. I wanted out now. I just wanted to find some sort of escape. I hated life and I wanted out.
I started walking home, to my confinement until I memorized my SAT book. My parents wanted my to get into NYU. My SAT scores landed me just short of a scholarship. I had studied for hours but it wasn't good enough, not to my parents.
I walked into the door. I hated this part of my day. I took off my normal Hard Rock Café hat and walked up the stairs to my room. I placed it on my lamp of my blue room. I wanted it to add a few more decorations but unfortunately, I didn't have the time to. Not with SAT's a few days a head.
I opened my books and started on my homework. Homework and studying was all I had time for. I hated the thought of all these books to look at. I hated them all. I wanted freedom but I was getting was books and that was it. I looked outside and I wondered what those turtles that have been reported in the city were up to. It had to be more fun than sitting here and looking at words that will mean nothing to you once the test is over.
Just then I heard a crash coming from downstairs. I jumped. I ran out of my room, thinking that my cat, Meffy, knocked over the lamp. I didn't go farther than the top of the stairs when I heard some voices.
"She's in here some where," said one voice.
"Yea, she may be up in her room," said another.
I was the only one home. I knew that they had to mean me. I ran back into my room. I shut the door slowly so that no one would hear the door shut. I locked it slowly and called 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" asked the operator.
"Help me, someone's after me, they're in my house," I said nervously.
"Do you have any idea why?" asked the operator.
"No, I don't," I said.
"What's your name?" asked the operator.
"Linnea," I answered truthfully.
"Where do you live?" she asked.
I was about to speak when suddenly; the door was broken down. I screamed and never got a chance to answer her question.