Everyone one of these people had no idea it was coming. No one was even aware there was a kidnapper on the loose. But why the 5 he chose? I mean they have nothing in common, they don't even live by each other, at all. But maybe, just maybe, they do have something in common.
"Yes. Yes I am, but I do believe I may possibly stay back. I just don't know if I'll fit in there." I responded.
"Spencer, man, when do you ever fit in?" he said with a chuckle.
"Very funny." I shot back.
"Be there, man. You don't want to remebered as "Oh, that kid from Math Class?" do you? No? I thought not. Lates."
Oh Brock... classic Brock. Always caring for people in the most unobvious ways. He was a great friend and all but he's really cocky and has probably never heard of the word sympathy.
Anyways, you want to know about me? Well, there isn't really much. I suppose I could tell you I am a Senior in college, and yes I am 18, already accepted to Harvard. I'm probably one of the smartest people you will ever meet, and I don't mean to be cocky, but I'm probably the person most likely to put myself in a place of danger for someone else. Which comes in very handy, and also is a punishment. Oh, and I have an photographic memory. So everything I read or see is etched into my brain for, basically, forever.
I'm..... well I'm pretty boring. I have about 20 friends, but like 5 million on facebook. I don't have a girlfriend. I'm always stating really old lame facts nobody cares about so that's basically why. Speaking of which did you know there is this girl named Rebbeca Black who sings this horrible song on Youtube? You should check it out.
Okay fine, I'll admit I'm a little psyched for the party. I'm not a big party person. I'll need a lot of shots to get into it. But I can do that! I had on just average party clothes. A decent tee, and some jeans. Nothign special, nothing trashy. I burshed my hair out but that's basically all I had to do.
I hopped into my car and drove off to Jasmines. Once I got there only like 40 cars were parked. I walked in to find the house dark with flashing lights, everyone was dancing and drinking. I was greeted by Brock.
"Yoooooo man you made it!" Drunk Brock said whilepocking his cheek.
"Yeah, so where did you put the drinks." I asked
"Daaaaa kitchen maaaaan. ooooo pretty lights." He said and walked around like a deranged chimpanzee.
I walked over to the kitchen. Ick, dry. No way, I picked something blue, I didn't know what it was but I really didn't care. Oh ship, it was good chiz. I poured some more.... ohhhh it was really good. Just one more won't hurt. Ohhh, maybe just one more. By the time I was KICKED out of the kitchen I was drunk as H3ll.
I flopped my arms around and was totally going all out with girls. I mean, I really can't even tell you. About 3 hours later I was asked to leave. I knew in my head it would be stupid to drive under these conditions, I was a little sane by now. But still quite drunk. I didn't leave. Instead I went out the door, and just sat on the steps. I decided to sit there until the party was actually over, or I felt decent.
Suddenly I was being held onto by someone. I kicked him where it hurts and he just slapped me, HARD, and grabbed me again. I was drunk, I couldn't fight back much. He was pulling me into the woods. I was pulled into.... something. It was a truck. I didn't know what was going on. They injected something into me, I passed out,
And that was that.