Chapter 2

Kiara's P.O.V.

She shouldn't have oppened her mouth. She knew the instant she oppened it. Only sarcasm came out of it.

'Hello?' She was tied with ropes to a chair, wich was smartly also tied to the wall. She started kicking randomly to whatever was at her feet's reach. Then she heard footsteps and a really faint daylight came from somewhere over her right. She asked again:

'Hello? I don't suppose anyone can tell me why I'm tied up to some random chair?' As nobody offered information, she sighed. 'Ok. I guess that's a 'no'' She tried to turn her chair so she would be able to see her captor. Of course, being her she will probably fall, but... That's when she hit the floor.

'Ouch' a masculine voice said. 'That must have hurt. Not that I really care.' Kiara felt a pair of strong arms lifting her off the ground. The cloth that had been covering her eyes was taken away.

'So that's why everything was dark' She decided. She turned around and was about to make some sarcastic coment, when she saw him.

Her first though? Oh, gods. He's handsome. She stood there, frozen in place, unable to make her voice work. Who is he? He had brown long hair _well, at least for a boy_ with matching brown eyes. His nose was a bit upward, as if to say I'm superior. See? I don't even have the same nose as you. And look at your ears. They are so... My fantasy was interrupted by my captor.

'So, now I guess you'll like to wake the other one' He said. His voice was pleasent and soft, like a hot chocolate in the middle of a snowstorm.

'The other one? Who's the other one?' I asked. He pointed behind me and I turned around. There, in a plastic chair that matched mine, was my sister. Her head was droping forward and her blond hair covered her face. She was obiously sleeping. I approached her.

'Laila. Hey, Laila.' I shook her head gently. It didn't work. I shook it a "bit" more hard. She fell off the chair.

I looked at my captor with a frown in my face. 'How comes she is not tied to the chair, Mr. Unfair?'

'Firstly, because she didn't kik us nor tried to scape when we brought you here. Second, my name's not Mr. Unfair.'

'What is it, then?'

'I'm...' He was interrupted by someone standing in the doorway. She was wearing a school uniform, but her feet were bare. Kiara instantly recognised her. The girl obiously didn't see Kiara. She was looking at I'm Not Mr. Unfair.

'Friedgy' She pronounced his name _or what Kiara suposed was his name_ like free-edge-e. Her tone was deadly searious. Then she put on a smiley-puppie face, like Kiara had seen her do whenever she wanted something. Just what good old Mish would do. 'Where's the bathroom?'