Chinese Deception

By Katie92

Chapter One

Today was just like everyday, but today seemed a little different. For being only fifteen and a sophomore in high school, I was pretty paranoid. I lived in a small suburb town called Rivers-Bay, Ohio; home of the Ashutosh Indians. For being kind of small, everybody knew everybody.

When I got off the bus it felt like I was being followed. When I looked around there was no one there. All I could do was walk as fast as I could home. I normally drove myself home but it was getting fixed in the shop that my neighbor, Evan Tarshi, worked at. I was getting new air filters put in so that I could drive faster. I was going to pick it up later that evening.

The next day seemed a little better. Probable because I got my car back and I was happy that I could drive faster now.

We were at lunch, in the back of the cafeteria, secluded from everyone else. Elizabeth Parker, otherwise known as Lizzy, and Sydney Russell, my best friends, and I were sitting at a booth. Just a few tables in front of ours sat the preps. Now they are called the Queen B’s. Everyone seemed to always want to be like them and bow down before them, but not me.

Emily Marlin was the queen of them all. She had long luscious, brown wavy hair and green eyes; head cheerleader and girlfriend of the quarterback, Joseph Guzman. Emily and I use to be good friends before she turned evil, the day she became a cheerleader. Sitting on her right was Jessica Lowe. She had bleached blonde hair and blue eyes; second captain of the cheerleaders. Megan Allen and Stephanie Keller looked like twins and also cheerleaders. Megan had brown hair with some highlights and green eyes; Stephanie had black hair and brown eyes.

Emily was talking crap about me and Lizzy to her lackeys. It got to the point where I couldn’t stand it any more. I stood up and walked to their table. I noticed that she recently died her hair and added some highlights; it was darker, and much uglier.

“Shut your face Emily or I’ll make you!” I said interrupting her as she was talking.

“Do it Kim! Make me! I’m not scared of you!” She said getting up in my face.

“You will be when I kick your ass in front of everyone!” I said pushing her away. Everyone got out of their chairs and watched us argue.

“Whoa, whoa, ladies! There’s no need to cat-fight over me.” Joseph said trying to lighten the mood.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I paused. “Trust me Joseph you’re not my type and you’re a pain-in-the-ass. This bitch needs to know when to shut up!”

She swung at me and I ducked. Her swinging was so bad and out of control that she actually hit Joseph. As he fell to the floor, I came back up; I smiled at her for a good few seconds. She knew that she was busted so she just started swinging.

I dodged all of her moves. It felt like I was fighting a three-year-old. I started to get tired of her acting tough and everyone was yelling, “Fight, fight, fight!”

I kicked her in the stomach and shoved my palm upward breaking her nose. That way she would be black and blue for at least two weeks. Now that I think of it… picture day is next week; man I love being evil.

Mr. DePodwin broke up the fight, even though it was already done before he got there. He had some other teachers carry Emily and Joseph to the clinic. Mr. DePodwin gave me a look. His brown hair was buzzed short, his green eyes glared into mine with vicious hatred. He was a bit taller than me so I had to look up a bit to meet his gaze.

“Yeah, yeah, Mark, I’m going.” He got mad when I used his first name. I only do it to make him mad.

I walked down the hall towards the office. When I opened the door, I saw Joseph and Emily in the clinic with the school nurse. Emily gave me a vicious look and gave me the finger and I just smiled.

“Wipe that smirk off your face and sit down!” Principal John Asherman said yelling at me and pointed to a seat in his office. He slammed his door once I was in. His hair was black with steaks of grey. His brown eyes were dark and full of evil; he liked messing with kids even if they are good or bad. He treated us all like crap. I don’t even know why he even wanted to be a principal. He’s not what most people call a “people person.”

“I know it looks bad John but…” I started to say but he interrupted.

“Shut up and listen,” he said angrily. “Stop addressing me as John, and address me as Principal Asherman.” I smirked; his last name cracked me up, Asherman. He sat down in his brown auburn colored leather chair. “Your being suspended this time, Kim.”

“What! Oh come on dude! Just give me an ISS and Saturday schools for a month.” ISS abbreviated to In School Suspension.

“Sorry Kim, I can’t do that. We did that last time you got into a fight; but this time your hurt two people.” He said as he grabbed out a suspension slip from a red folder and started filling it out.

“Okay first of all, Emily punched Joseph trying to punch me. Second of all, I was only defending myself from a psycho bitch.”

“Watch you language!” He snapped.

“According to law, it’s classified as self-defense if someone hits you three times. Look at the surveillance cameras, and then you’ll know. She swung, she missed, Joseph goes down and she swings five more times. I was fighting a three-year-old for gosh-sakes!” I said getting all worked up. He shook his head as they rested on his hands. He had a five o’clock shadow and it was only twelve-forty-five. He wore a black suit with a white shirt and a red tie.

“Three days of ISS, three months of Saturday school, and you will stay after school on Tuesday and Thursday helping out teachers with grading.” He said putting the suspension slip through a shredder.

“For how long?”

“As long as I say so,” his eyes were intense; he wasn’t joking around this time.

What a sucker! I thought to myself. I hope he doesn’t phone my dad otherwise I’m defiantly grounded.

“I want you out of here before third lunch starts.” He said getting up and opening the door.

“Yes sir.” I said as I walked out.

I grabbed my stuff from my locker, and then headed to my car. For my fifteenth birthday, my dad bought me a 2008 Ford Focus. Even though my birthday was in July and the year was 2007, my dad had some connections. He had a friend that makes and designs them, so I got one way before everyone else.

The car was also state of the art and high military grade. You can access information, make some hot chocolate, watch T.V., and it also talks to me. I also had my Swiss army knife, the one my dad bought me from Israel; two guns and two refills for the guns, in the glove-compartment.

My dad had a dangerous job, and I had to grow up and learn things much earlier then everyone else at my school.

“Hello Kim,” my car said to me when I got inside.

“Hello Maya.” Yeah that was her name. She had an abbreviated name but my dad just named her Maya.

“Why are you going home early?” She asked. Her voice was nice, not annoying like the voices on your computer.

“I got into a fight and John wants me to leave school early.” I said as I turned on my car.

“What is your punishment this time?”

“Three days of ISS, three months of Saturday school, and I have to stay after school on Tuesday and Thursday helping out teachers with grading.” I said driving out of the parking lot and towards a local cafe called Jordan’s. It was a nice hangout and had great chicken-fingers, grilled-cheese, fries, root-beer-floats and so much more.

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” Maya said.

“Yeah,” Jordan’s wasn’t that far from the school so I was there in just three minutes. “I’m going in for a bite; I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” I said then shut off the car. Even though I turned off the car, Maya never turns off, unless I command her to.

I walked into the food place. There were about ten people eating lunch. There were six former students, Blake Turner, and three guys sitting in the back booth area. The three guys were all wearing black suits with white ties. I walked over to the counter table and sat down.

“Grilled-cheese and a root-beer-float, please,” I said to Blake for my order. He yelled the order to the cook in the back.

He wore a white apron with food stains imbedded in the fabric. He also wore dark washed jeans and a red shirt.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”

“I got into a fight with Emily Marlin.”

“Again?”

I scratched my head and pulled my fingers through my hair. I noticed that it was very soft today.

“Yeah, and this time she went to go hit me and she ended up hitting Joseph Guzman.”

Blake laughed.

“You can’t act like a normal girl?”

“What’s the point; you get stepped on either way.”

“Yeah but it’s always nice to be normal.”

“Why? I have no one to impress with my behavior.”

“Your right; it’s a good thing that you have a cute face. Otherwise you wouldn’t get anywhere with that attitude.” I chuckled. Wait! Did he just call me cute? Awesome! “Just don’t be going around punching anyone.” He said starting to laugh again.

“Yeah like you have any room to talk,” I said laughing also. “Besides I don’t punch, I prefer kicking, more effective and it doesn’t burse up my fist.” All he did was chuckled. The cook yelled something from the back and asked Blake to assist him.

“I’ll be right back.” He said then headed to the back.

Blake Turner was the store owner, Timothy Jordan’s, step-son. He was a cutie also. He had light brown hair and ice blue eyes. He was about five-foot-seven and muscular. He did play on the school’s basketball team, for three years, until he was expelled for punching a teacher because he was sleeping with his sister.

The six former students there, I wasn’t too friendly with. They were part of this gang controlled by Cole Baxter. The gang was called the Baxter Bros.

At one point they ruled the school but they later dropped out. Cole Baxter was the leader of them all. He was tall, about five-foot-eight, slender, black hair and thunder green eyes. Unlike his mixed friends, he was whole Mexican. He was cute but a total ass.

Carlos Anderson, half-black; Anthony Gonzalez, half-Mexican; Jose Cruz, half-Mexican; Mason Stone, half-Asian; and Jayden Rivas, half-Asian. They were all cute but they all acted like Cole, like I said a total ass. They all had the same tattoo’s and their bodies where all muscular.

Cole always had a big crush on me and he swore that I would be his girl before I graduate.

“Woo-we! Look what we have here boys.” He said walking towards the counter by me and the others followed.

“Leave me alone. I’m not in the mood for your five-year-old behavior.”

“Oh but your in the mood to talk to Blake?”

“Exactly; now go away.”

“Make me,” he said in a mocking way.

“Trust me you don’t want me to ‘make you’”

“Why don’t you show me those moves that you did with Emily.” He said eye balling me up and down. He spoke good English but when he did get worked up, his heavy Spanish accent would fill his words. “I can show you what I know, but my moves require my bed.” He said flashing a smile.

“Screw you!”

“Your bed is fine too.” I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. He reached out and grabbed my butt.

“That’s it!” I said yelling. I got out of my seat and faced him.

“So is it my bed or yours?” He said with a smile as his friends egged him on.

Out of no where, I round house kicked in Cole the face. He was totally off guard and fell in the counters chairs. When he caught himself, he wiped the fresh blood off his lip.

“Bitch!” He said walking away, “Boys, bring her to my car!” He ordered them as he went to go sit down.

All five of then came at me. “One against five, well that’s not fair,” I said. I wasn’t worried because I knew that I could take them single handed.

Carlos came for me first; I kicked him in the stomach and punched him in the face, he went down and I back up. “Anyone else?” I could tell that they knew that they didn’t have a chance against me but they didn’t want anyone else to know that they couldn’t fight a girl. Jose went next, I kicked him in the balls and I kicked his face. “Oh come on guys! You have to be quicker than that. You’re almost as bad as Emily Marlin.” I could tell that they felt insulted because they hated her just as much as I did.

Mason came for me after Carlos and Jose. He tried to punch me with both of his fists. I blocked them with my own arms and kicked him in the balls. He bent down and I bashed my elbow against his back; causing him to fall to the floor.

Blake came from the back with my grilled-cheese and root-beer-float. He looked at me then the guys on the floor and the ones who were still standing. I decided that I was going to psych them out and run to the door to escape. It wouldn’t be long for the police to be here and after just been in a fight at school, this fight wouldn’t be too good for me.

The two standing were pretty stupid because my psych worked. Okay well more like I spilt hot coffee on them. It was just sitting on the counter and it was the only thing I could reach at the moment, I’m guessing that it was Blake’s coffee.

Before I poured the coffee on them I happened to look in the back where the three guy wearing suits were doing. They were just watching. Yeah thanks for the help buddy. I thought to myself.

When the coffee splashed on them they screamed in agony as it burned their skin. They fell to the ground and I stepped over them towards the door.

I totally forgot about Cole and as I opened the door and ran outside, he tackled me out of no where. I fell to the ground with him on top of me. He ripped my brown plaid Flyaway jacket that I got from JcPenny’s; my new black silk tunic was exposed and flowed in the wind. I was seriously mad. Not for the fact that he was about to rape me but that he ripped my new jacket. He had me pinned; he started to take his shirt off which he had a white muscle shirt underneath, he then started to unbuckle his pants.

Inside my tan Cargo pants was my Swiss Army knife. I pulled it out and I cut his face as he went closer for my face to kiss me. He screamed in agony grabbing his face. I pushed him off of me and I headed towards my car which was actually just a few steps away. Oh and did I mentioned, it can drive itself.

“Kim, are you alright?” Maya asked frantically as I stumbled into the passenger seat. She hit the accelerator and we were burning rubber as she left the parking lot.

“I’m fine, thanks.” I said trying to catch my breath.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“Yes but first I need to stop over by St. Catherine’s to see Kers Tarshi.”

“Kim I think you should go home.”

“I have to go talk to him for just a second. Can you access his teaching schedule and see when his lunch period is.”

“Sure,” Maya said then searched for his schedule. I grabbed my phone from my book bag.

One Missed Call

My phone flashed those words. I unlocked my phone and listened to the message.

“Hello Kim its dad. Unfortunately I’ve been called into work and I’ll be gone for a while. I love you and I’ll see you soon.”

“End of call.” The voice box said as the message was done.

When my dad did call, he couldn’t say much because it would always be recorded. He was always gone due to work. He was always on his “missions”, and when he had to do those “missions”, I don’t normally hear from him for months. He would leave a voice message on my phone whenever he had to leave and notify that the emergency credit-card was in my room. I knew exactly where too. It was always hidden in a hardback book on my black bookshelf called “The Angel of Death” a forensic mystery by Alane Ferguson.

We arrived at St. Catherine’s church and Maya gave me Kers schedule and his room number. I went to the office to get a visitor pass and went to room two-nineteen, where he was teaching. I knocked on the door, opened it and walked in. He looked at me.

“Excuse me class for just a moment.” He said heading towards the door following me out. “Kim, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine; I ran into Cole and his gang at Jordan’s.”

“You didn’t…” He started to say but I interrupted him.

“I couldn’t help it. I was minding my own business and Cole came over to me and said some awful things to me; he grabbed my butt. I kicked him in the face and he commanded his friends to take me to his car; I fought off his friends and ran to the door. Cole came out of nowhere tackling me to the floor and tried to rape me and I don’t know what to do. My dad’s gone again for a while, and I’m in trouble with the school again.” I explained to Kers as I started to tear up.

“Who did you beat up this time?” He asked. His dark Indian tan glowed in the sunlight as he talked to me in the hallway.

“Emily Marlin,” I said drying my tears with my hand.

He exhaled and turned into a circle. Kers and my father were best friends since grade school and Kers served with him in both the Army and for whatever government my fathers in now.

“Make out a list of some friends that you want to stay home with you for a while. I’ll call the school to release them early. And I’ll go pick them up. It would be better for you to have someone with you so you’re not alone.”

“I would rather not do that to them. They need to stay in school. Is Evan home?”

“I think so. I’m not sure if he had any classes today or not. Feel free to stop by the house to make sure.”

“I’ll have him stay over. If things go bad at the house, I want someone who knows how to fight; if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course,” he said nodding his head.

“We’ll watch a movie or something.” I said chuckling.

“Okay, Kim if there’s anything else that I can do for you, just give me a call.”

“I will thanks.” I said hugging him and started walking back down the hall.

“Okay class before the bell, you have a test tomorrow over World War Two. So study tonight.” Kers said as he opened his door to his class room and started up class again.

I parked my car in the garage and went next door to Evan’s house. He was in the garage punching the punching-bag that hung from the ceiling. I invited him over and I picked out a movie and started to make some popcorn. He was the only one of Kers kids that was around my age, besides Ashley but she was in school.

“My father called me telling me that he wants me to stay with you for the night.” He said leaning against the counter in the kitchen as I made popcorn.

“Yeah, I… well… I’m sort of in some trouble with Cole’s gang.”

“Oh that’s not good.”

“Yeah I know and my father is away for a while.” I said as I poured the popcorn into the big red bowl. “Your father says that it would be best for me not to stay home alone for a while.”

“So I have a question,” he said in a way that I knew he was going to change the subject.

“Shoot,” I said throwing a popcorn puff in my mouth.

“How many fights have you been in since the beginning of the school year?”

I thought for a while.

“The month is May right?”

“Correct.”

“Four maybe five,” I said eating another one.

“Only? Same girl?”

“No, I don’t deliberately hunt her down, she just doesn’t know when to stop talking. I did her and the school a favor.” I said throwing him a grape soda and I grabbed one for myself.

“By putting her in the hospital?” He asked opening the soda and taking a sip.

“It made me feel better,” I said with a shrug of my shoulder.

“Who were the others?”

“I don’t know their names,” I said with a sigh.

“You beat the crap out of people you didn’t even know.”

“They were making fun of a special kid. If someone stoops that low, they deserved to be beaten the crap out of. The others were just punks that were terrorizing this girl.”

“So you’re a concerned citizen,” he said now understanding.

“That and the fact that I don’t take that crap from nobody,” I said looking into his eyes.

“What movie will we be watching?” He said changing the subject again.

“How about Desert Saints with Kiefer Sutherland?” I asked holding up the movie.

“Sounds great,” he said with a grin. We both walked down stairs to where we would watch the movie.

For the remainder of the evening, we watched movies and talked about what was happening in both of our lives. When it was time to go to bed, Evan slept in the guest bed room. I put on my multi-colored, flannel pajamas. I then walked over to the guest room.

“Good-night,” I said opening the door.

“Nice pajamas,” he said with a smirk. I looked at what he was wearing. He wore a white t-shirt with Sponge-Bob-Square-Pants boxers.

I chuckled a bit. “Yeah you to,” he looked down and smiled.

“See you in the morning,” he said as he crawled into the Asian-inspired quilted blanket. The whole guest room was full of Asian knick-knacks. I closed the door once I was out.

I walked down the hall where my bed room was at. I opened the door and turned on my purple table lamp. I laid my green slippers on my purple rug at the side of my bed. I pulled the purple fuzzy, Shaggy Chic covers aside and slid right into bed.

I grabbed my phone from my night stand and called up Lizzy and Sydney. I told them about what all happened. At first they seemed shocked, but when I told them that I was alright we never went back to the subject. I asked them what happened to Emily and Joseph. Emily got suspended and they both went to the hospital to get their noses check out and put back into place.

Chapter Two

The next day turned out better, so I thought. It was Thursday and my punishment was starting on Monday. I was enjoying my lunch with my friends when suddenly my knee started to hurt. It was a sharp burning pain that seemed to never go away.

Over the past five years, I’ve noticed that every time my knee would hurt, something bad would happen. I told my friends Lizzy and Sydney about it and they said that I shouldn’t worry about it. They also mentioned it could have been from all the excitement from yesterday. I knew that wasn’t why it was hurting so I tried to make out what might happen but nothing came to mind; so I just kept a close eye out on everything.

The pain in my knee reminded me of a time when my dad and I was playing hide-and-go-seek. It was my turn to hide, so I went to my bedroom to hide on the top shelf in the closet. He was very close to finding me when my knee started to hurt really badly. Then all of a suddenly I lost my footing then I came falling down. I ended up dislocating my knee and my dad eventually found me crying. Ever since that day, my knee would hurt and then something bad would happen.

Lizzy was a five-foot-one girl with brown, curly hair and green eyes. She had pale skin with light freckles. We’ve known each other since seventh grade; we are inseparable. Sydney was a five-foot-five African American girl with black hair and brown swirled eyes. She and I played tennis together. Lizzy and I were sophomores, and Sydney was a freshmen.

After lunch, I went to American history and learned about the Vietnam War. We watched the movie called Forest Gump. I liked that movie.

Before going to my next class, Allied Health, I stopped by my locker. As usual it was a war zone getting to. For some reason, the freshmen think that they are too cool to walk faster than the average snail. I like going to my classes, on time, and I hate it when people get in my way.

I use to be nice about telling them that they are in my way but now I haven’t cared as much. One time I pushed a guy away from my locker, and that was when I was being nice, and said, “Excuse me but you’re in my way,” but he still didn’t move, so I made him move. Even though I had a top locker that year, it was still miserable.

Now the girls at the school were unbelievable! Talk about whores. Most of the girls were either pregnant or had at least one kid. The percentage of the teen pregnancy, in the whole Rivers-Bay local area, increases because of our school. Every year when new freshman comes through, we tell them not to drink the water; some said that it was the water that was making everyone pregnant. Nevertheless everyone knows that that can’t happen; but it was fun messing with the new students. I always had a better theory about how not get pregnant, ladies, keep your pants on!

Okay so I am off topic. I opened my locker, 11-15-25. The black lock clicked and then the red door opened. Inside my locker I had three notebooks, Spanish-class-two book, American History, English 301 book, and an Allied Health textbook that you could write in. They were aligned perfectly by height.

I had a locker organizer on the door. It held all my pens, highlighters and note cards. I grabbed out my Allied Health book and grabbed an orange highlighter, and a purple pen. I never carried around a purse, so I kept everything organized in my locker.

I happened to glance at myself in the mirror and I would say so myself that I looked pretty today. I wore black cargo pants with a hot pink tank top; I also wore a black tie and black shoes. My hair was straight but had a volume flip going on. I closed up my locker and I headed to class. I have learned a lot in high school, trust no one and blend in; otherwise known as being invisible.

Allied Health class was the coolest class to end the day with. Fortunately, I had the same teacher since last year, and I was in her study hall, otherwise know as ROC. So we knew each other pretty well. She would tell us lots of stories, mostly of what she use to do in the medical field and the stories were really cool; especially since they got her off task.

I sat next to this guy named Joseph Guzman; yeah, the same one that got punched by his own girlfriend. He had brown hair and green eyes. He was our school’s football quarterback, and let’s just says, he wasn’t all there ‘in the head.’ He slept a lot and one time he started to snore; so I slammed my books on my desk making a loud Bang! Everyone would laugh because he was usually covered in droll.

We were just going over chapter sixteen’s review, okay well everyone was going over it and I was writing some lyrics from my favorite songs in my planner, when a man in all black knocked on the door. He was Middle Eastern, about five-foot-eight. He had spiked black hair and bright baby blue eyes. His skin was a rich Arabic tan; which was kind of rare to see because we don’t see much of the sun around here. His skin tone was a little lighter than Kers but I could tell that he wasn’t from India but he was from the Middle-East. He had facial hair above and below his lips, and hair lining his jaw and connecting to his chin. He looked young, maybe about twenty-one or twenty-two, and weighed about one-hundred-thirty-five or one-hundred-forty pounds and muscular. He had on what looked like a FBI badge, but with Arabic writing.

I lowered my head hoping that it wasn’t me that he wanted. I continued to write the lyrics down in my planner; some lyrics from songs like “Ocean Avenue” and “Only One” by Yellowcard, “When You Were Young”, and “Mr. Bright Side” by the Killers. Those were just some of my favorite songs.

I twirled my light blonde hair with my fingers making little swirls. I recently put hot pink and lightning blue streaks throughout my hair. The colors represented rebellious behavior. Dad opposed of the idea, but I didn’t care what he really thought. He said that I would stick out of the crowd. And well that was kind of the point of it all. My dad is never around to even have a say in most things.

The one thing that didn’t seem right was that he didn’t act like he was a ‘good guy.’ He looked more nervous and more forceful like he wasn’t really supposed to be there. Then my knee started to hurt. I whispered to myself “Ouch” and I started to rub my knee. I then knew that this was what my knee was trying to warn me about.

The man asked in a strong Arab accented voice, “Is Kim Dance here?” I could tell that the teacher also noticed his unusual behavior and that there was something odd with the guy but she looked like she couldn’t figure it out.

Joseph stood up and said to Mrs. Adams, “I’m going take a piss.” He never really asked to go some where because he thinks he too cool to ask questions when he knows that the teachers can say no. My theory is that he can’t think long enough to make up a question and when he does, he sounds really stupid. As he was walking to the door the man told him to sit back down. We had a bathroom in the back of the class room, but he never used it. He was probably going to see his slutty girlfriend.

“Whoa man, who do ya think you are; commanding me to do something? I could get your ass kicked for talking to me like that.” Joseph said in his totally lame gangster-jock tone. He was such a poser; I don’t know why everyone likes him. As Joseph started to turn around, he spun around and swung at the guy. The guy grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back; he didn’t even flinch from the attach. “Ouch! Okay man, mercy!” Joseph screamed in agony. The man pushed him into his seat.

“Sit!” He commanded him as if he was a dog. I’m not sure about anyone else but that was pretty cool. Joseph isn’t much of a tough guy after all. He didn’t even try to get out of the hold, what a pussy.

After seeing that encounter my teacher knew the class was in danger. She said in a nice, soft voice, “She’s not in this class you’re mistaken from another class she was in last quarter.” She said hoping that he would go away long enough to get help. But all that did was frustrated him. He started to go through his pockets.

On his left side of his pant belt was a Glock twenty-three, but it had a silencer connected to it. A silencer would keep the gun quite when the gun is shot. When I saw that I finally knew what Mrs. Adams was thinking. I knew I had to do something, but I knew if I did something then I could get someone killed. He pulled out a paper with a schedule on it.

          “This is her class and if she doesn’t show herself, then someone’s going to die.” He said when he pulled out the gun and pointed it at a student. Some girls gasped at the sight of a real gun. I wonder if I had a say in which student who he would shoot first, since I was the one he wanted. I know its mean and all but there are these on girls in my class and they never know when to shut up. And it’s usually stupid things that they talk about too. “I will give you ten seconds. One, two, three, four, five,” he said slowly starting to take aim, “Six, seven, eight nine.”

I can’t believe that I’m doing this but, that’s when I stood up slowly and said, “I’m Kim.”

He looked me up and down. That creep was checking me out. He then he looked me straight in the eyes. He grabbed my arm and took me out of the class room.

Down the hallway we went. He had a gun on my side and kept looking behind us to make sure no one was following us. I knew that if he wanted me dead then he would have already done it. Since I was five my dad had me take tie-quan-do classes because his job was very dangerous and whenever I needed to defend myself, I could do so. It was no secret what my dad did for a living. He was like James Bond. Well kind of. He was a spy for some government facility. But I never told anyone because I want aloud to.

Well I guess that this was a kidnapping in progress. So I decided that I wasn’t going down without a fight. I extended my elbow and I hit him in the face hard. He let go of my arm and I was able to slip free. The library was the closest thing that I could hide in. I ran right over to the fiction side of the library. This is where I get some of the coolest books ever. Such as the Angel of Death, CHERUB novels and the Spy Goddess novels; they are truly amazing.

I heard the library door opened then closed. He was most definitely in here and I needed to get out and fast. He walked over to the historical books on the other side of the library. I peaked over the books that were lined up on the bookshelf. I noticed that his nose was bleeding and he wiped it up. That’s when I knew I needed to make a break for it.

I ran to the door and when I went to go push on it, it was locket. Crap. What luck? This really sucks. Just then I felt someone behind me. Before I could scream he put his hand over my mouth and moved away from the door, for he didn’t want us to be seen. He pulled out a bracelet of some sort and put it on my ankle, double crap. I bet it was a tracker of some sort.

He whispered something in Arabic into his watch. I couldn’t tell what it was because first of all I didn’t know the language that well and he was kind of whispering. He then whispered something in German in to my ear, “Be good and you won’t get hurt.” How would he know that I knew German? I never took a class at the school. I only learned the language with my dad over Christmas break, three years ago, when he came home for a while.

“What did you say? How do you know that I speak German?” I asked confused.

“That’s not the only thing I know about you.” He said with a deep Arabic accent looking into my eyes. I looked away. Who knows, he might be able to read minds through your eyes. I wasn’t going to take any chance even if it was true or not.

“Where are you taking me?” He ignored that question because he continued to do what he was, whatever he was doing, before.

Okay, so this guy was totally freaking me out. He probably knows things that I didn’t know about myself personally. That’s just a little creepy. He then grabbed my arm and moved me towards the door. Before he unlocked the door, he made sure that no one was around. And surprisingly no one was walking around. At this school there always someone was walking the halls. But with my luck that I have been having lately, there was no one around. He unlocked the door and we were off, to who knows where.

We left the building from the side of the back stair case. There was a black van waiting for us. There was a driver, a passenger, and two people in the back. All of them wore black masks except the guy who took me from school. One of the guys in the back helped me in while the guy, who took me, looked back one more time.

I still wasn’t convinced that I wasn’t safe here so I decided to try to escape again. I kicked both of the guys in the face and I crawled to the door. But out on know where, the one guy that took me, grabbed me and shut the door.

“Stop fighting,” He said to me. He sounded frustrated. Well he should be because he messed with the wrong girl. We left the school’s parking lot in a matter of minutes. I could hear the police sirens waling off. One of the guys pulled out a syringe and stabbed the liquid substance into my arm.

I heard one guy say, “Man for being Aaron’s daughter, she’s a wild one.” Then another guy said, “I don’t think she likes the fact that we are kidnapping her.” Well duh! In a matter of minutes, I was out cold.