Dear Unfortunate Reader,
I guess that if you are reading this, then I should at least tell you about me.
Obviously, my name is Kerry Smiths. I'm seventeen and I live in Indiana (I won't say were, because you'd already know). I'm a senior in high school and I'm a member of the Robotics club, Newspaper Club, Creative Writing Club, The Math Club, Science Club, and the vice president of the senior class.
I'm not exactly what you would call popular. I have only three best friends: Ana, Gina, and Tina. We do anything any other kids do. You'd think that I'd be popular considering my mom is all rich and all but apparently you have to have already done stuff to be popular. Like this one guy who was considered a nerd ended up doing it with one of the special ed kids and he was on the top of the social pyramid for the rest of the school.
It's been a few days since I last wrote, mainly because I've been sick with bronchitis. Karl (I'm refusing to call him Daddy anymore since he pulled this stunt) had to go online and find my symptoms before he got medicine for me. Now I'm better so I can write again.
While I was sick and I just sit and think, I remember about this one girl they call "Lightning Girl" I think she's a little younger than me and she was supposedly struck by lightning and now she can find missing children. I thought, can she find me?
I really hope so. I've been here for a total of seven days and I'm bored to death. Karl tells me that they haven't even considered that he kidnapped me. They haven't been by his house.
Find me please.
Sincerely,
Kerry Smith