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.