The Abduction

     "Mom, I don't know what to wear for school tomorrow," I said to her.
     "Just wear your new shirt with the dark shorts I got you," she answered.
     "Okay," I said "thank you!"
     It was the first day of school, and I am in the fifth grade. I have long brunette hair and hazel eyes. I am almost the shortest person in my class, unlike my brother.
     My brother's name is Jason and he is the tallest in the class. He has dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. He began to lift weights in seventh grade. He has been weightlifting for three years.
     I was walking to school with my brother when he stopped to tie his shoes, so I kept walking. He said to stop and wait for him, but I refused and just kept walking. When I turned the corner to the next block, there stood a large black carpenter van. It looked sort of suspicious, but before I could look at it any longer, these two guys jumped out and attacked me. One pulled me up on his shoulder, Shrek style, and the other one put a sock in my mouth. I let out a scream as I saw my brother one last time before everything around me went black.

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     When I woke up I was still in the van. My head felt like a hammer has been beaten into it. I feel where it hurts most and I feel dry blood. My hands are tied with a rope. I look out the window and we are in the woods. I think this is the woods that me and my brother used to sled in. We used to go all the way across town just to sled down the steepest hill in all of Karsen. We used to laugh and sled and if we got cold we would walk two blocks to get a hot cup of hot chocolate. My eyes started to water just thinking about him. "I wish that I would of listened to Jason," I said quietly, "then he could have done something."
    The kidnappers came into the van and just stared at me. One of the guys is short and stocky, with patches of hair on his chin. The other one is tall and built. He reminds me of my brother. They ask me what I was doing by the van, and I answer that  I was just looking at it. They both climbed in the front and drove away.
     They took me to what looked like an abandoned house. I have never seen the house before. When we enter there are white sheets over all of the furniture. They took me downstairs. It smells dusty and there is only one window in the little cellar. It is cold and damp and with only one bed that is extremely uncomfortable. The sun shines through the window turning the whole room orange. The mirror is cracked and has little orange and brown spots on it showing signs of ageing. The kidnappers throw me on the bed and handcuff me to the bed stand. I struggle to get out, but I can't. Later the kidnappers come down and throw me a can of dog food. I refuse to eat it. Then short guy comes at me, yelling to eat it. All I can do is  spit right in his eye. He yells so the tall kidnapper took the short one and throws him out of the room, and he stomps out too.
     It is cold tonight and I don't have any blankets. I am starting to feel extremely homesick. I want to go home and see my family. This thought determined that I am going to make it out of here, so I began planning my escape. I was going to do it whether they like it or not.
     After six days I have mastered their schedule. Every day the tall, built guy goes out and lifts weights, and the short, stocky guy goes out and runs one mile. If I can just figure out a way to escape from the handcuffs, then I can figure out where I am and maybe escape. I just remembered that I have a bobby pin in my hair. I try the rest of the day to get it out and by the time the kidnappers come in to feed me the dog kibble, I have unlocked the handcuffs. They came in and I pretended the handcuffs were still on. They are stupid enough to just throw the food at me.
     It is the next day I woke up very early and to wait to hear them get up and get ready. I wait for the door to slam and I didn't hear any voices. Next I take the bobby pin and twist it and turn it in the keyhole. I get so excited when I hear the "click" of the handcuffs as they escape my hands. I almost jump and scream I open the door, I feel my victory turn to panic as the door squeaks open upstairs. I quickly find the window and stand on the dusty dresser and throw the handcuffs through the window. I know that it would make a very loud noise, so I quickly cram myself through the window. When I get out, I hear the big, tall man's voice as he pounds down the staircase. As I run away, I can feel something wet running down my stomach. It is blood. I sprint as fast as I can to be able to know what town I am in. When running, I can hear them yelling at each other and then they start chasing me. I run and run until I know for sure that they aren't following me. I go to a road and follow it to the end of what look like a town. I go and try to see if it has a sign that says the town's name. The sign read "Akersville." I know right away that Akersville is south of Karsen, and that I have to follow the road I am on, would arrive in Karsen. Then I would know exactly where to find my house and return to my family.
    All of the sudden I recognize a familiar voice, a voice that I would rather not ever hear again. It is the sound of the kidnappers in their van. I think that they found me because they were speeding up and yelling threats at me to come back to them. I worry if they know where I live, they would hurt my family. I didn't think about that and I ran fast, away, but not too far away that I would lose sight of the road. I run and hide in a bush to catch my breath. I hear the voice of the short and stocky kidnapper and I hold my breath with fear. He sees me through the rosebush and snatches me in his arms. While he was holds on to me, I bite him, so hard that he bleeds. When he goes to check out the bite, I kick his shin. As he is holding his leg, I take his arm and pull him into a white, tin shed. I smash his face into the shed and quickly run away. He yells but I can't make out what he says. I start walking the way that the road is going. I walk day and night for one day.
     Finally I got to Karsen. My house and the police station is across the whole city. It's a good thing that Karsen is not that big because then I would probably be lost by now. I figure if I start walking toward my house then I will be there in two hours or so. I just hope that the kidnappers don't find me and especially that muscular one. He would be harder to take down. I start to walk towards the park. I finally get to my house. I know that it must be about five in the evening because the sun is getting orange by the minute. My eyes are burning even though it is warm out. I force myself not to start to cry about all those days that I was wishing that I was home and now I am finally home. I run as fast as I ever did run and burst through the door. My mother is fixing dinner and she drops the plate of spaghetti and it crashes to the floor. My brother is sitting on the couch watching the television and quickly runs out and sees me. He starts to cry and I run into his arms and giving him a huge hug. He almost breaks my back from hugging me so hard. It is the best hug I ever had. My dog, Sherlock, runs and yips. I am so happy to see everybody. My dad calls the police saying that I am found. I am walking to the dinner table to eat, my brother sits up and says, "I will try to tighten my shoes next time we have to walk to school."
     I smile and say,"And I will try to listen to you more often!"
     My mom and my dad both say, "Yeah right like that is going to happen!"
     I smile and our whole family starts to burst out laughing. "It's great to be home," I finally exclaim.