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Hey! some of you may have given up on me, but I have a story for you...

The Dream

        She was sitting at a tea party with some very distinguished guests.  Most of them were under the age of 15, her age.  There was one little boy who looked to be about seven.  He was a little angel, with deep emerald eyes and waved blonde hair.  He saw her looking at him and grinned cheekily. Oh, oh my gosh! She thought, slightly dazed. Look at his adorable dimples!!! He stood up slowly and sauntered over to her. How can a seven-year-old saunter? She thought as she gazed at him.  He’s adorable, whatever he does.  He stopped right behind her and leaned toward her.  She was thoroughly enchanted, so when he opened his mouth and asked in a small, high, childlike voice, “Will you get me a fig?” she nodded and immediately stood up.  “They’re over there.” He said, pointing to an unnoticed (by her) fence made of wrought iron, and painted black. It was the kind with spikes at the top and a horizontal bar near the bottom.  She stood up and walked over to the fence quickly, not wanting to disappoint the angel.  Once she got to the fence, she paused and looked past it into a sunlit chasm just beyond the safety of the fence.  She gulped and glanced back at the cherubic little angel, who stared back at her expectantly.  She looked at the fig tree, which was growing out of the side of the cliff wall.  She reached for a temptingly juicy fig, to no avail.  She knew she would have to jump over the fence to a ledge about a foot wide, hold onto the fence with one hand, and stretch as far as she could to reach the fig. She immediately threw one leg over the fence and found that she was in a mini skirt and leggings, rather than a poufy dress, as she had thought earlier.  As she straddled the fence, the boy crept up and pressed himself to the fence, reaching through the bars in a pitiful attempt to reach the fig.  He looked up at her with longing and hunger filling his gorgeous eyes. She was admittedly smitten and quickly flung her other leg over the fence and cautiously placed her feet on the ledge. The boy smiled winningly at her and she let go of the fence with one hand and reached for the fig. She felt fingers on her hand on the fence, so she looked back.  There was a boy there, about eleven or twelve, who had been sitting with the angelic child. He had placed his hand on hers.  She blushed deeply and smiled shyly at the boy.  He was taller and thinner than his younger brother. She could tell they were brothers by the way they looked.  He grinned evilly at her and pried her fingers from the bar. She had been leaning precariously over the precipice and began to fall.  She twisted to look up at the two devil angels, who were waving merrily at her as she fell. She looked at the sandy, dusty, bare ground she was falling towards and knew this was the end. She curled slightly and wrapped her arms around herself, instinctively, but knowing it wouldn't help in the slightest.  She knew she had seconds left. Three… Two… she tensed and knew she was about to hit the ground… One… Bam.

She felt as if she really had fallen from the ceiling onto her full-size bed. She couldn't breathe, she was tensed as if she really had been falling over 100 feet.  She relaxed and breathed in deeply.  I'll never be so important as to be invited to one of those parties.  I really shouldn't even think about it or it will stress me out... But wow, that guy was FREAKY! She shuddered and sat up slowly, feeling the blood rush out of her head in a wave. She blinked and looked for her comforter and sheets.  They laid in a pile on the floor by the base of her bed, tangled and twisted. She sighed, shook them out, and made her bed.  The same dream, three nights in a row? What was happening to her?

           

The Beginning...

    Hey everyone! This is my FIRST blog! I am super excited to write on my blog. Soooooo, let's get down to business. I am going to write my book on here that I have so far. I think that I'll post about once or twice a week.  I am excited to hear your comments about it. Here is the Prologue. 

Prologue

        He glanced around the corner of the alley.  Blast! He thought angrily. She's still talking to that witch! How long can two people converse? He had been told by a secret source that at four pm she would walk by, and he would “kidnap” her and take her to a certain place at a set time. He would get a lot of cash for this.  He gave a slight smirk as he thought about the money.  Then he remembered the girl.  She was the sixth child he was to “kidnap,” and it was only Wednesday! He sighed tiredly. He peered around the corner again.  Here she comes. Better get this ready... he pulled a strip of duct tape off the roll with a SCRRRRTCH! He tucked the corners back and stuck them to his black gloved hand.  He guessed where her mouth would be and readied himself.  As soon as he saw her black hair, his taped hand shot out and slapped her mouth. His other hand snaked behind her and snatched her backpack.  He yanked her into the alley with him.  The girl tried to yelp, but the duct tape on her mouth silenced her.  She looks so confused. Heh heh.  She reached up to pull it off, but he snatched her hands and deftly pulled them behind her back.  He quickly wound another strip of duct tape around her wrists, holding them in place, even though she struggled.  Sorry, girl. Precautions strictly tell me to do this. He pulled her to her feet and frog marched her to a black idling car.  He opened the back door and pushed the still struggling girl into the backseat.  He felt an unusual twinge of remorse.  He frowned slightly and shook himself to rid himself of the unsettling feeling.  He slid silently into the driver's side of the sleek vehicle.  The car pulled away with a purr.  There was no sign of the kidnapper left except the faint smell of exhaust.

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    It was almost midnight now.  The girl had been sleeping for some time now. The man glanced in the mirror at her, reluctant to wake her up.  They were at their destination now.  They had been for an hour.  He twisted in his seat, his back cracking loudly.  He glanced back at her quickly.  She shifted and sighed. He reached back and gently pulled the duct tape off of her mouth. It immediately lost its stickiness when he touched it. He pulled it from her wrists as well and put the pieces of discarded duct tape in a bag.

    A deep blue car silently slid into the space across the parking lot from the kidnapper’s car as he shook the girl awake. She had stopped struggling a few hours ago.  He got out of the car and opened her door.  She slid out and he grabbed her upper arm. She glared up at him. He shrugged apologetically. Sorry, girl. More precautions. He didn’t even know this girl’s name. He felt more remorse. The man was not feeling like himself tonight.  He hurried over to the blue car and shoved her into the back.  The passenger’s window rolled down slowly and an old hand creaked out, holding a briefcase. He snatched it and walked away as the car started and pulled out.  He didn’t turn around as he felt the girl’s glaring green gaze burning into the back of his head through the glass of the blue car until it turned a corner and disappeared from view.  He thought, if looks could kill… and got into his car and pulled away.