It was on the night that my mother had gone out of town. She was meeting a friend that was living in the middle of the country. She would be gone for approximately a week. But on this night, I got kidnapped. But let us start at the beginning of the night.

I was doing my normal routine. I was getting home late because of soccer practice. The couch wanted to get in an extra hour today, which doesn't make any sense. As I unlock my front door, I deactivate the alarm system. This was important to do because I have accidently left it on, and it alerted the police that someone "broke" into the house.

In my defense I didn't know that there was an alarm set that one time. My mother neglected to tell me that she set it up. Any way I got inside and immediately felt like I was being watched. I brushed this off as paranoia because my mother wasn't home.

I then went to my room to do my homework. My room was simple, the walls where painted a light blue, but not to light. The bed had a black and blue theme going on. The carpet was gray, originally white but I switched it out. I had a desk on the wall opposite to my bed, the dresser on the wall opposite to the window. Under the window was a nook. I read there all the time.

I sat down at my desk to start the tedious task of homework. Funny how teachers say they don't like to give homework, yet they give us a ton if it. I was halfway through the first assignment when I heard a creak.

It was coming from the hallway. I silently locked my door. Did I forget to reset the alarm? Or did I forget to lock the door? I thought. I really don't know. I think I forgot to do both. As I was locked up in my room the person in the hall was talking on the phone real load and stopped right in front of my room.

"Yes, I'm at the right house. I watched the kid enter the house. So far they are nowhere to be found... yes I checked there... no not there yet...there is an attic...I don't know... yea the boss won't be happy"

The door handle jiggled so I ran to my hiding spot, which is a little hole in the wall covered by a painting.

"Man, the door is locked...yea that could means that they are in the room...I'll try but why does boss need this kid so badly...makes sense he won't tell anyone..."

The last thing that man said before he kicked the door. That was not cool. That door is going to need to be replaced. I knew that I was either going to flee or fight. If I try to fight, I will get knocked unconscious, but if I flee, I might not make it to the front door. And there is the possibility that this guy has back up. I was ripped from my thoughts when I got ripped form the hiding spot.

"Hey, that was not cool! Not cool at all" I yelled