Hey everyone! (well really only monika and kate and a few other people that might happen to read this) :)
Here's a random chapter that I wrote a little while ago and decided to post it! Dont expect anything more from it than just this one chapter, and maybe one more if you're lucky! Read and review pleaseeee(:

Run.

That was the only sensible word I could think of at a time like this, but of course, I chose quite the opposite. Instead of running away and hiding in my naive bed, curled up under my blue cotton soaked covers, I had to feel sorry for the girl. Stupid feelings. I wish I had a cold heart like Alex, but there was nothing I could do to change that now; the damage was already done.

So I sat there, not running away and screaming at the top of my lungs like the majority of my freshman English class. Instead, I embraced the young girl, feeling sorry for her looks as well as the strangely familiar aurora surrounding her. She had straggled hair, chapped lips, deep eyes, and torn clothes. You could smell her a mile away, her odor radiating off her like steam from a boiling pot of water. She looked like a runaway, always checking behind her to assure her safety by not being followed.

She had blue eyes filled with ambition and sheer determination. Her ripped and mud stained jeans looked as though she'd been running all of her life, the cuffs at the bottom reaching only a few inches below her knees. Her shirt was cut up with bloodstains, which changed the color of the shirt from blue to a sort of purple-ish color. I imagined her fighting in a street gang in these very clothes, never changing since. She was wearing shoes with the soles broken open on the bottom, making a click-clack noise every time she took a step. Her lips were curled up in a sly smile, as though she was better than everyone else in this world, and always one-step ahead. Her hair looked as though it had been cut with a knife and her bangs were oddly uneven.

I knew that she was pure trouble, but I still couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I could tell that hidden beneath her deep eyes were secrets and mysteries that no girl her age should have heard, let alone seen, yet I still couldn't manage to listen to my brain over my heart.

With just one look, I could also tell that this girl knew exactly where she was and what she was about to do.

She appeared in the middle of my classroom, not even worried by the thought of teachers yelling at her or kids making fun of her dirty clothing. The children were flabbergasted at first, although it didn't take long for their one-tracked minds to analyze the situation. These children quickly noticed the unusual picture and did exactly what their self-centered parents probably told them to do: run.

If only I had a decent set of parents, ones who would tell me what to do in a situation like this, I would've never been in this mess in the first place. But of course, I was stuck with mine, no matter how much I wished it differently. My parents were never really into my schoolwork, grades, sports, or anything else in my life, much less spending time with me. But I'll stop this sob story here to explain that I grew up pretty well on my own and dependent on no one but myself. I also began to figure out my life early on, but that’s a whole other story for a different time.

The thing is, when this girl came into school, she similarly had a one-track mind. She came looking for one person only, and I knew that by the first words that came out of her mouth.
"Alex" she said, "where is Alex?"

I was the only sensible person left in the room, so I answered her very nonchalantly; explaining that Alex had disappeared many years and never returned, all while my heart was thumping loudly inside of my chest. She would probably be able to hear it all the way down the hall, no matter how much I willed my heart beat to slow.

Disbelieving my answer, the young girl grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the classroom, through the somewhat-strangely empty school halls, and out the double doors. I was putting up a fight the entire time, don't get me wrong. I was a pretty tough kid, usually beating many of the boys in sports, so it surprised me when this girl, appearing to be a year or two younger than me, dragged me right out of the school with absolutely no effort at all.

I was never a popular kid in school, but I always assumed that if some stranger was about to bring me somewhere against my will, and I was clearly fighting back, that one of the many students or teachers outside would at least attempt to help me, but not in this case. The entire school just seemed to sit there, transfixed, their eyes glued to me as I was whisked away from school.

The fight was out of me by now, and a wave of panic came as I left my town. She was dragging me faster and faster away from school, the distance become farther and farther until my school was only a tiny speck in the distance.

Several minutes later she stopped and shoved me into a car that seemed to appear out of nowhere from behind the trees. Well, it was sort-of a car, but with doors that opened upwards like from the Back to the Future movies. The car was shaped more like a smart-car than an actual one, painted black and dark blue with an insignia painted on every corner.
The car seemed to have a very effective camouflage look, especially because I didn't even notice it until I was, roughly, being shoved inside. For a minute, I thought that the camouflage was just my excuse, since I was too stubborn to think for even a moment that the car was actually invisible. However, I quickly shoved that thought out of my mind with the realization that I had enough things to deal with. I didn't need to add an invisible car to the top if my list.

Seconds later, I was tied to the backseat with the girl in the front. I wasn't sure exactly what happened, but there was a sudden breeze in the air and I was all tied up. My and hands feet were cuffed to the seat chair with some kind of unbreakable chain. I couldn't move them at all and I was beginning to get a little claustrophobic. I tried not to think about how quickly I was tied up and why this girl wanted me instead of Alex. Again, I shoved these unanswerable questions out if my head and instead focused on the girl.

"Aren’t you a little too young to be driving?" I ask, not sure that I feel very safe in her presence. Although I couldn't even get a response from her, I got a slight glare in my direction as she shoved the keys in the car. Her expression seemed more a little more sarcastic than angry, as if to say "I get that a lot".

She put her foot on the gas pedal and the car began to rumble. But the car did not move forward, or up in the air either. Instead, it disappeared in thin air and quickly reappeared in a sort of red and blue swirl.

It amazed me at first, until I realized that there was a big black hole straight ahead. Not only was the black hold intimidating, but the realization that we were heading right there at what felt like 800 miles per hour was enough to give me a heart attack. My pulse quickened and I hoped that the girl knew exactly what she was doing and that this kind of thing happened all the time. But of course, I was wrong, which I was quick to discover when I saw her panicked expression, which was very similar to mine.

She was pushing many buttons on the front of the car in rapid speed, probably hoping that one of them would work and get us out of this mess. Obviously, this method wouldn't save us, since the black hole was suddenly moving faster and faster towards us, until it was only a few seconds away from surrounding the car. The girl pushed one last button as a final hope, even though she seemed very reluctant to push it. I was too nervous to even see what the button had done, and the last thing I heard was the girl's high-pitched screech ring through my ears as I shut my eyes and was enveloped in darkness.