So, I know I’m already writing that story with Adyn and Blythe, but I’m taking a break from that and writing this... (some of it is gonna get a little dismal, though, so I’m probably not gonna post that...)
Chapter Number One
I peered out the window of the car. Tears welled up in my eyes as my mother nervously continued on about her new boyfriend. “I know you’ll like him,” my mother said. “He’s really very nice. He laughs a lot, and-” I broke in coldly. “He won’t replace dad.” My mother turned back and glanced at me. “Of course not, honey.” She turned back to the road and pulled into a store parking lot. She turned back to me again. “No one can replace your father. But Brian can hold a new place in your heart!” I snorted, then glanced back out my window. I stifled a gasp. There was a car right next to my mom’s, and it looked exactly the same. “Mom, can you do me a quick favor?” My mother looked confused. “Okay…” “Drive around to the front of Walmart please? Thank you!” Mom pulled out of her parking spot and pulled to the front of the store. From there I could see the car’s license plate. R2D2BB89, the same as my mom’s car. I stifled a shriek. “Mom, let’s go home now,” I said. My mom looked at me. “Everything alright?” I nodded quickly. We drove off, back toward the safe security of home.
I woke up. Sunlight was pouring in my window, but no birds were chirping, and no usual morning sounds welcomed me. I warily sat up, got dressed, and walked out into the living room. I gasped. Chairs were turned over, pictures broken, and my mother’s flower pots were crashed on the floor, spreading glass shards all over. I screamed. Suddenly, the door banged open. I wheeled around. There stood a tall, strong-looking man with a golden badge and a brown, dusty hat. “Excuse me, miss, are you Evelyn Atrixta Lander?” I nodded slowly. I didn’t know why my mother gave me Atrixta for a middle name. It was unusually odd.
“Y-yes, that’s me,” I said. The man nodded. “Good. I’m sorry, miss, but your mother has been kidnapped.” I screamed. “NO!” I said. I slumped in a chair. “How do you know?” I asked half-heartedly. The man flipped out a badge. “I’m a Sheriff. Sheriff E.M. Marshall.” I forced a giggle. “Marshall. Ha. And you’re a Sheriff.” The laughter faded out. “Just get me OUT OF HERE!” I screamed, pushing past him. The Sheriff reached out his arms and caught me in them before I could rush out the door. I threw myself at him and buried my head in his dusty shirt. I sobbed. He awkwardly patted my head. Suddenly, I was burning hot. My stomach ached. Then, suddenly, everything blacked out.
I woke up again. I glanced up at the calender. Tuesday?!! I thought. I slept for a whole day!! I stretched and glanced down at myself. I was wearing the same clothes I had worn on Monday. I shook my head to wake myself up and cracked my knuckles. I walked out of the room and almost fainted. The ceiling above me stretched so far up it made me dizzy, the floor was glass looking under my feet to the people on the story below me, and there were lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and LOTS of desks all over the place. The Sheriff walked over to me. “Hello, Evelyn. I want to you to meet my deputy, Jason Jonson.” I looked him up and down subtly. He looked to be about 18, two years older than me. My eyes rested on his hand and what he was holding; a gun. I stuttered and stammered for a moment, then slightly smiled. “Hey,” I murmured. He nodded. “Hello,” he replied. I uneasily shuffled on my feet and turned around, making a squeaking sound on the floor. “Well, I’ll just go change…” I sped off to my room before the Sheriff or his deputy could say anything. I reached around in the closet, feeling for my suitcase. Please let him have brought it, PLEASE let him have brought it!! I was rewarded by the farmiliar feel of cold patent leather on my hand. I yanked it out and unzipped it, reaching inside for my pistol. I grabbed it. I yanked it out along with my phone, a small iPhone in a black and white swirled case. I opened it with my fingerprint and searched my contacts. Rachel, Rachel, Rachel… Ah! I quickly dialed her number and slipped into my closet. “Hello?” She answered. “Rachel!!!! I REALLY need to talk to you!” I recounted the past events as quickly as I could. “Oh my gosh, Evie,” she said when I had finished. “Do you have your pistol??” I nodded. “Yeah,” I said, realizing she couldn’t hear me nod. “I’m gonna go practice.” “Great! I hope you’re still as good as you used to be,” Rachel encouraged, then she hung up. I peered out the window. Hmm. 20 feet above the ground. I noticed a thin stretch of rope leading 15 feet down to the ground. I could just climb the rope and jump the last 5 feet. (NEVER DO THIS AT HOME!!!!!!!!!) I shimmied down the rope and jumped the last feet. Once I was safely in the woods, I saw a small stick protruding off a dead branch. I sighted my pistol and fired. Bang! The stick was knocked off the branch. Satisfied, I walked back toward the building, when I heard voices. I gulped and froze dead in my tracks. “The transmitter worked,” I heard someone say. “Yes. Now we just need to get the Sheriff and his little deputy.” I ran toward the building. “Hey, look!” I heard one of the voices say. I glanced behind me. There were to men following me, wearing silver and black suits and with strange guns. I noticed they had strange points growing out of their heads. I shot to the door of the building and jerked it open. The two people rushed after me. I ran up the stairs and onto the 5th story, hoping I was safe. A second later, the men came. “Alright, kiddo,” they said, holding out their hands. “You’re coming with us.” I glanced at the floor and a plan came into my mind. I didn’t move. “Let’s just go get her,” one of the men said. The came closer. Suddenly, as they came right where I need them, I leapt up and stomped hard on the floor. Glass shot up in the men’s faces, causing them to retreat. They screamed in pain as they raced down the hall. A woman came running up. “Oh sweet’eart,” she said. I stood there, shaking, as she ran off to get the Sheriff.